"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: 2018-07-17 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.