[if sara feels weird about being watched by not one but two pairs of eyes, she's certainly not letting it show. it helps set him at ease, because this is decidedly not how he'd envisioned his night: in bed beside leonard snart and watching sara lance pluck hidden knives from her person.
they've joked about sara's knife collection before, but mick is sadly disappointed to find fewer hidden in the folds of her clothing.
sara settles between them without so much as a word. her body is warm — thank fuck — against him. mick throws an arm over her, loosely at her hip, until his fingertips prod len on the other end. it's not quite cuddling, but it's something.]
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they've joked about sara's knife collection before, but mick is sadly disappointed to find fewer hidden in the folds of her clothing.
sara settles between them without so much as a word. her body is warm — thank fuck — against him. mick throws an arm over her, loosely at her hip, until his fingertips prod len on the other end. it's not quite cuddling, but it's something.]
Together again. A killer, a klepto, and a pyro.