( everything after mick's little not-so-subtle declaration seems to happen simultaneously in fast forward and in slow motion. a seemingly endless silence for a few long moments, a rush as there's a bump of a warm forehead against her shoulder and then it's gone as quickly as it came. )
Leonard.
( two syllables, punctuated through the near darkness of the room, towards the shadowed figure with his back turned towards her. sara sits up, starts to move towards him with a hand outstretched, ready to give his shoulder an affectionate squeeze and she just —
stops halfway, mouth pulling into a small grimace, brow furrowed, eyes squeezing shut for a brief moment as she withdraws her palm. god damnit. no. he makes it clear that he wants his space, and she has to make herself remember that len's got careful boundaries, walls that he hasn't even begun to let down for her, and understandably so; sara's adamant about not burdening him with the ghosts of past versions of him that she's known. it wouldn't be fair to either of them.
having bitten her tongue for what feels like a moment too long, she sits up onto her knees, tries to reason, ever casual, ) Hey, finder's keepers. You got first dibs. Spot's all yours.
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Leonard.
( two syllables, punctuated through the near darkness of the room, towards the shadowed figure with his back turned towards her. sara sits up, starts to move towards him with a hand outstretched, ready to give his shoulder an affectionate squeeze and she just —
stops halfway, mouth pulling into a small grimace, brow furrowed, eyes squeezing shut for a brief moment as she withdraws her palm. god damnit. no. he makes it clear that he wants his space, and she has to make herself remember that len's got careful boundaries, walls that he hasn't even begun to let down for her, and understandably so; sara's adamant about not burdening him with the ghosts of past versions of him that she's known. it wouldn't be fair to either of them.
having bitten her tongue for what feels like a moment too long, she sits up onto her knees, tries to reason, ever casual, ) Hey, finder's keepers. You got first dibs. Spot's all yours.