Leonard spends so much time trying to make everything go right on the job that it's a behavior that often leaks into every day things, too. He can't help it, he isn't sure he could stop it if he tried. But it's a point of contention between him and Mick, often.
It's the sort of fight that's just cyclic in nature and happens over and over, that they can't escape. Apparently, it's happening again. He's over-stepped too far and Mick didn't take so well to it.
"Oh, fuck off," He barely even sounds more than marginally annoyed, personally. "You knew what you were signing on for years ago, Mick. This is hardly new." he rolls his eyes.
Mick do this. Mick don't do that. Mick stop. Mick pay attention.
Leonard's been picking at him for a week solid now and Mick is, yet again, fed up with it. But it's his response that has his temper up. Like this is somehow his fault that Snart is being an asshole, like he agreed to deal with a million and one insecurities and a million more needs to be in charge of fucking everything.
There's only so much Mick can give and today? Today he's fucking had enough. "Stop using that as some kinda goddamn excuse," he snarls back. "Like I'm the one that's gotta change because you're too good to."
The difference between their tempers was a stark one-- Mick is always, always quick to lash out which tends to make people more quickly uncomfortable when faced with it, but Leonard's anger is cold and quiet and calculating, which is arguably much worse. The damages from an angry Mick are quick and over as soon as they start; damages from an angry Leonard are slow and long-lasting.
"Who said anything about changing?" He barely even seems in the argument, least of all as much as Mick, as he turns and grabs a beer and takes a sip of it. "Just stop being so touchy about things you already knew." Some part of him knows it would never be that simple for most people, but the part of him in this fight? It's the one leading his words, and that part looks at how he reigns things in and keeps it all close to the vest and thinks other people should be able to keep themselves in check the same way. Because that's the convenient way to argue-- I do, why can't you?
Fine. If he's going to be fucking dismissed Mick is out. Done. Leaving at least for the night and if Leonard wants to stop him he is more than fucking welcome to try, job or no job. He wants to act like this is no big deal? Sure. Mick is gonna call that goddamn bluff because he can read him like a damn book.
Boots on, reaching for his jacket. Because that was the problem wasn't it? Snart wasn't always like this. Not in the early days. Now it's all about control and Mick is just another problem for him to deal with and he hates it with every last fiber of his being.
He can't stop the way his face pulls at the use of boss like an insult. He hates it when Mick does that. It used to be a joke, and now it's twisted into something else entirely that just makes Leonard's skin crawl when he hears it. Especially like that in that tone.
"Where are you going?" A question not just for curiosity's sake that was so much less a question than a snapped demand for answers. He doesn't even consider that it was a power move, or a play to bring him into the moment, instead of standing somewhere on the outside of it like he tries so desperately to always manage to do. "We have shit to do! You can't leave. Not tonight."
If Snart is going to treat him like the help, Mick is going to call him 'boss' rather than friend, 'boss' instead of partner.
He scowls at the demanded question. "You don't need me here. The job is planned and you're just using the down time to boss me the fuck around and pick at every little goddamn thing I do. You want someone to boss around, call Enderle, call Mardon. Call someone else."
"I don't want to deal with Mardon, I--" He cuts off in a growl because that was almost a little too much leaning toward the truth of the matter. "When did you become the one that gets to say what I do and don't need?" The words rip out of him before he can think to stop them and for that they're more honest than anything else might have been in their place.
It isn't often that Mick hits that close to home, he can see it in the startled snap, in the way that Snart stops himself from talking before he says too much.
"Because if you needed me here you wouldn't be needling the fuck out of me for an entire week you asshole. You don't want a partner right now you want someone to pick at. You want someone to boss around and I'm fuckin sick of it."
He needs a good fight. He needs to hit and be hit. The sharp bloom of pain driving every other thought out of his head. Movement and action. He can't keep sitting here or he's gonna go out of his mind.
"Gee, Mick, it's like maybe I think you can handle me being--" A distracted wave of his hands. "me in ways other people might not be able to!" He shakes his head and drops his hands back to his sides, but slowly they come to rest crossed over of his chest.
Mick's last five words are the ones that were really digging their way under his skin, trying to find a home to live and fester in. Like he can take any word Mick says when he's this iron-hot-angry for an absolute truth. That's what the paranoia says, anyway, and standing there, staring at him with his boots on and his jacket still in his hand, Leonard finds it harder to argue against it.
"Do whatever you want. You will anyway. You always do." He can practically taste the venom those words slide out of his mouth with. He's scared, and he's mad, and he's mad about being scared, and it all kind of comes out in a thick-coated poison as a terrible means to protect himself.
Peel back the acid coating and there's an irony, of course, in his own words. He spends so much of his time dictating and doing what he deems as best be it for him, for Lisa, Mick, it's his way or 'there's the door, don't let it hit your ass on the way out'. There's not much in way of middle ground when it comes to Leonard. Mick has always stuck it out, but that doesn't mean he always will, which is what feeds into this cycle Leonard has created for himself.
An angry growl at the accusation. Just because he's used to dealing with Leonard's nitpicky as shit moods doesn't mean he always has to like it. "Right. So I can take the hits means you're gonna keep on hitting? Cause 'm too stupid to do anything more than stand here and take it?"
Dismissal. Only Mick knows what it's for and he charges right into his space, getting in far closer than he ever allows anyone to get to him. A shove. Hard.
"You wanna fight? Then let's fuckin do this and get it over with!"
The shove surprises him, and there's no hiding that 'what the hell?' etched into his features for a second before he schools everything again. There was a time when something like that would have gotten a visceral recoil, stepping back, shrinking into himself-- but back then, Mick never would have dared to do this, either.
But they aren't who they used to be, and though it shocked him, the taunt strikes something else in him, too. He shoves him back without a word, seamlessly sliding into throwing a punch aimed toward Mick's jaw.
Finally. There's a sort of fierce upwelling of joy as Snart reacts exactly the way he needs to, the way Mick had intended him to. He takes the shot, head snapping back with the force of the blow. Mick doesn't hesitate, left arm up on guard and his right coming across his body in a hard cross.
A fight. Quick and pure and brutal. Enough for both of them to work out frustrations, anger and emotions that they were simply incapable of talking about.
The fight isn't a long one, but it serves its purpose. Replacing words with punches kind of drains all the bitterness out of him.
But there's still a part of him that still has issues with it. Talking isn't much of an option for people like them, but is this really the right route to go, either?
"Why'd you do that?" The question comes soft and quiet between breaths when it's all over, a curious frown on his face.
He looks uneasy, still, even at the reassurance. "I dunno," he mumbles with a slight shake of his head. There's a clarity in the aftermath that he can't deny, but it might still take some convincing for him to accept this as a regular thing.
"but...thanks." Even if he has his hangups with it and needs to process through it still, he appreciates Mick doing something in effort to help.
Mick makes a sound. "Stop fuckin overthinking it," he grumbles, nudging his shoulder. His jacket is left where it fell and he heads back towards the rickety little refrigerator to fish out a beer and find something to work on to keep his hands occupied. The fight drained the frustration and the anger out of him, leaving him clear headed again.
Snart will just have to process it on his own time.
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Date: 2018-07-16 07:28 pm (UTC)It's the sort of fight that's just cyclic in nature and happens over and over, that they can't escape. Apparently, it's happening again. He's over-stepped too far and Mick didn't take so well to it.
"Oh, fuck off," He barely even sounds more than marginally annoyed, personally. "You knew what you were signing on for years ago, Mick. This is hardly new." he rolls his eyes.
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Date: 2018-07-17 01:33 pm (UTC)Mick don't do that.
Mick stop.
Mick pay attention.
Leonard's been picking at him for a week solid now and Mick is, yet again, fed up with it. But it's his response that has his temper up. Like this is somehow his fault that Snart is being an asshole, like he agreed to deal with a million and one insecurities and a million more needs to be in charge of fucking everything.
There's only so much Mick can give and today? Today he's fucking had enough. "Stop using that as some kinda goddamn excuse," he snarls back. "Like I'm the one that's gotta change because you're too good to."
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Date: 2018-07-17 03:44 pm (UTC)"Who said anything about changing?" He barely even seems in the argument, least of all as much as Mick, as he turns and grabs a beer and takes a sip of it. "Just stop being so touchy about things you already knew." Some part of him knows it would never be that simple for most people, but the part of him in this fight? It's the one leading his words, and that part looks at how he reigns things in and keeps it all close to the vest and thinks other people should be able to keep themselves in check the same way. Because that's the convenient way to argue-- I do, why can't you?
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Date: 2018-07-17 03:52 pm (UTC)If he's going to be fucking dismissed Mick is out. Done. Leaving at least for the night and if Leonard wants to stop him he is more than fucking welcome to try, job or no job. He wants to act like this is no big deal? Sure. Mick is gonna call that goddamn bluff because he can read him like a damn book.
Boots on, reaching for his jacket. Because that was the problem wasn't it? Snart wasn't always like this. Not in the early days. Now it's all about control and Mick is just another problem for him to deal with and he hates it with every last fiber of his being.
"Fine, boss," he snaps back. "I'm out."
Just try and stop him.
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Date: 2018-07-17 04:27 pm (UTC)"Where are you going?" A question not just for curiosity's sake that was so much less a question than a snapped demand for answers. He doesn't even consider that it was a power move, or a play to bring him into the moment, instead of standing somewhere on the outside of it like he tries so desperately to always manage to do. "We have shit to do! You can't leave. Not tonight."
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Date: 2018-07-17 05:03 pm (UTC)He scowls at the demanded question. "You don't need me here. The job is planned and you're just using the down time to boss me the fuck around and pick at every little goddamn thing I do. You want someone to boss around, call Enderle, call Mardon. Call someone else."
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Date: 2018-07-17 05:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-07-17 05:48 pm (UTC)"Because if you needed me here you wouldn't be needling the fuck out of me for an entire week you asshole. You don't want a partner right now you want someone to pick at. You want someone to boss around and I'm fuckin sick of it."
He needs a good fight. He needs to hit and be hit. The sharp bloom of pain driving every other thought out of his head. Movement and action. He can't keep sitting here or he's gonna go out of his mind.
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Date: 2018-07-17 07:18 pm (UTC)Mick's last five words are the ones that were really digging their way under his skin, trying to find a home to live and fester in. Like he can take any word Mick says when he's this iron-hot-angry for an absolute truth. That's what the paranoia says, anyway, and standing there, staring at him with his boots on and his jacket still in his hand, Leonard finds it harder to argue against it.
"Do whatever you want. You will anyway. You always do." He can practically taste the venom those words slide out of his mouth with. He's scared, and he's mad, and he's mad about being scared, and it all kind of comes out in a thick-coated poison as a terrible means to protect himself.
Peel back the acid coating and there's an irony, of course, in his own words. He spends so much of his time dictating and doing what he deems as best be it for him, for Lisa, Mick, it's his way or 'there's the door, don't let it hit your ass on the way out'. There's not much in way of middle ground when it comes to Leonard. Mick has always stuck it out, but that doesn't mean he always will, which is what feeds into this cycle Leonard has created for himself.
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Date: 2018-07-27 05:52 pm (UTC)Dismissal.
Only Mick knows what it's for and he charges right into his space, getting in far closer than he ever allows anyone to get to him. A shove. Hard.
"You wanna fight? Then let's fuckin do this and get it over with!"
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Date: 2018-07-30 10:29 pm (UTC)But they aren't who they used to be, and though it shocked him, the taunt strikes something else in him, too. He shoves him back without a word, seamlessly sliding into throwing a punch aimed toward Mick's jaw.
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Date: 2018-08-09 02:13 pm (UTC)A fight. Quick and pure and brutal. Enough for both of them to work out frustrations, anger and emotions that they were simply incapable of talking about.
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Date: 2018-08-17 12:16 am (UTC)But there's still a part of him that still has issues with it. Talking isn't much of an option for people like them, but is this really the right route to go, either?
"Why'd you do that?" The question comes soft and quiet between breaths when it's all over, a curious frown on his face.
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Date: 2018-08-23 02:02 pm (UTC)"Cause you needed it," he answers simply. "You're not your old man, Snart. There's nothing wrong with needing a fight to clear your damn head."
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Date: 2018-08-23 11:32 pm (UTC)"but...thanks." Even if he has his hangups with it and needs to process through it still, he appreciates Mick doing something in effort to help.
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Date: 2018-08-24 02:30 pm (UTC)Snart will just have to process it on his own time.