Leonard didn't mean to make the conversation stop, and he isn't entirely sure how to start it again. He fidgets a little, twisting his fingers together, trying to think of something to say, anything at all. Which, he realizes is strange because he's not typically one that feels so desperate to fill silences, but this one is awkward and hard to deal with and definitely his fault.
"So...how much of what they say is true? About you." The rumors that float the detention center, the whispers Leonard hasn't given much mind to.
Mick doesn't even notice the way he curls in on himself in the chair. Like he's trying to fend of some coming blow. He doesn't want to talk about it. He doesn't. The fire had just.. gotten away from him. A roughened voice that he couldn't place if his life depended on it saying ".. it wasn't your fault.. just a dumb kid.."
"Didn't mean for it to happen," he manages, but it's so so hard to breathe, his chest going all tight.
Leonard sees it, the way he looks like he's trying to escape from the entire world just then and he hates it. He hates that he caused this. All because he was too curious to keep his own mouth shut.
"Hey," he almost reaches out, but thinks better of it, instead he just leans against the arm of the chair, almost hovering over him, so there was no chance he didn't look up and see the sincerity. "I believe you."
"I wouldn't hurt you," he blurts out. His anxiety is spiking all over the place and part of him wants to curl up and escape all of this, but he doesn't want Snart to think he's some kind of psycho like the rest of the people in here because he hears the whispers, even when people think he's not paying attention.
"I wouldn't," Mick insists.
"You.. you're my friend." His first friend. His only friend.
Leonard's eyes widen a little at the sudden declaration of his safety. "I know," He doesn't understand why that was his response, but he'll go with it, "I mean, I'm pretty sure about it, anyway. I don't think someone that ever intended on fucking me up would have saved my ass the way you did the other day." He smirks a little.
The smirk turns into something more like a legitimate smile. "Good to know. Cause you're my friend, too." He admits, trying not to consider the fact that he'll probably never see him after he leaves here.
Mick's eyes snap to his, a startled smile breaking across his face, complete with a rare peek of dimple. "I haven't ever had a real friend before. Even in a dump like this."
That smile, sudden and genuine, is unlike anything he's seen before. It does something to him he doesn't understand, something he's never felt before, so he if idea it and calls it a fluke, pushes it aside and ignores it.
"I've never had friends before, either. I guess there really is a first time for everything."
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Date: 2018-03-06 06:37 pm (UTC)"So...how much of what they say is true? About you." The rumors that float the detention center, the whispers Leonard hasn't given much mind to.
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Date: 2018-03-06 06:45 pm (UTC)Mick breathes.
"Fire killed my family. Pigs said it was my fault." And after a few years of getting that beaten into his brain, maybe they were right?
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Date: 2018-03-06 07:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-03-06 07:21 pm (UTC)"Didn't mean for it to happen," he manages, but it's so so hard to breathe, his chest going all tight.
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Date: 2018-03-06 07:30 pm (UTC)"Hey," he almost reaches out, but thinks better of it, instead he just leans against the arm of the chair, almost hovering over him, so there was no chance he didn't look up and see the sincerity. "I believe you."
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Date: 2018-03-06 07:34 pm (UTC)"I wouldn't," Mick insists.
"You.. you're my friend." His first friend. His only friend.
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Date: 2018-03-06 08:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-03-06 08:51 pm (UTC)He looks back down at his hands again. "Only one I got, really." And no matter how bad things ever got, he would never, ever hurt him.
.. not that he expects he'll see him outside of juvie but whatever.
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Date: 2018-03-06 11:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-03-07 02:38 am (UTC)"'m glad I met you, Snart."
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Date: 2018-03-07 03:24 am (UTC)"I've never had friends before, either. I guess there really is a first time for everything."