{There's a gap in my memories where you used to be

[myheadisaprison]

PSL with strongerthanyouknow & bringstheheat

My house of memories is all I own, and they've all faded to grey [Len/Mick, Len/Sara]

Just a reflex taking over me, automatic response of the body it haunts [Len/Mick, Len/Sara]

Don't go screaming if I blow you with a bang [Sara/Mick]

Waiting [Mick/Sara]

Things feel like they'llbe forever, but they won't [Mick/Sara]

Sometimes quiet is violent

Your hand is like a torch each time you touch me

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[mypriority]

He doesn't flinch or pull away when that hand lands on his shoulder, just looks up and stares into the face of someone he wants to remember, maybe more desperately in this moment than any others before it, so much that the feeling claws inside his chest until it's raw and it hurts to be denied the impression that should be there.

"Okay," is the only thing he can seem to manage to get out at all, along with a short nod. There's a beat or two before he takes in the last part, and he's nodding again, a little more readily this time, "Yeah, yeah, show me." He doesn't know how much of it he'll understand, but Mick seems to know a lot about all of this, he can probably answer questions about any of it anyway.

[bringstheheat]

Mick.. hasn't seen an expression like that in years.
Back when Lewis had him on the run with Lisa. Desperate for any small and simple thing that wouldn't be stolen away or wrecked by a bitter old man.

He doesn't want to do this.
He doesn't want to delve into memories and training from the Vanishing Point.

But this is his partner, so he does.
Mick breathes out. Get in front of the computer and starts working. Complex temporal calculations. A map that gets broader and more tangled. Bright points of anchronisms. Fixed moments in time that can never be adjusted.

"It's a visual representation. Here. This is where.. when we lost you. Time line remains stable after. The tangles here was when the Legion snatched you out of time, turned you against everyone. It smooths out again once you got set back." Mick doesn't take his eyes from the map, from the highly detailed work and complex tangles of temporal intersections.

"Every bright point here, every tangle, that's when time fucks up. Tears. Got it?" His finger traces a line. "There. See that blip? That's where we got you back. No tangles. No anachronisms. No danger of time throwing a fit."

He won't sleep well tonight. If at all.
But it's worth it if it grants Len peace of mind.

[mypriority]

There's something there, for the briefest seconds, where Mick isn't in the present and Leonard wonders what it is that's caught his attention. But then it's gone, and he's moving to the computer and explaining everything as he lays it out.

There's something weirdly simple about the way the map breaks down the complexity of time, space, and everything. He stares at it until his vision is blurry and reaches up to trace two lines, first the one that lands where he was lost, and then the one where he came back, this time, this version. His hand falls back down to fold under his free arm across his chest. "So it's safe."

That's what comes out, but what he really means is he's safe, from leaving, from being stuck back in some box left to be the pain in the eyes of people he feels safest with. "Good." Because, really, what else is there even left to say?

[bringstheheat]

He won't sleep tonight.
Not without the help of a bottle or two. Delving into the memories and training of the Vanishing Point always leaves him out of sorts for a time. But if Mick stays awake, he won't have to worry about locking himself in the brig or otherwise upsetting Sara or the others.

But it matters if it will grant Leonard a measure of peace considering his freedom. Resurrection. Whatever.

"I'm hungry. C'mon."

A bite to eat and a drink will help settle already rattled nerves.

[mypriority]

There's something surreal to seeing your own death and resurrection staring at you as nothing more than a line of time. He gets a little transfixed on it and almost doesn't hear Mick's words.

"Huh?" He turns his head to look at the older man, the barest of frowns on his face as his ears catch up with his brain. "Oh." Come to think of it, he hasn't actually eaten in awhile. "Yeah, okay."

There's one more glance at the map before he follows Mick out of the room to go grab some food. Maybe it will help get his mind away from all of this.