[mick hasn't been paying close enough attention to the telltale signs of leonard snart feeling caught between a rock and a hard place, so he figures the squeeze to be a good thing but without a moment's notice he's swinging up and off the bed, and len's calm, cool, and collected voice is saying something about feeling crowded.

mick frowns.

then sara goes on about finders keepers as if mick's bed (and by extension mick) is some kind of prize to be won. there's some careful negotiation shit that needs to be done but mick's not the guy to do it, he realizes with a start. that's leonard's area of expertise.

there's a pang in his chest that he's not too familiar with and isn't ready to put words to, not when things seem so dangerously tense. push too hard and it'll shatter kinds of fragile. the ball, for better or for worse, is decidedly in leonard's court. he furrows his brow, pinching the bridge of his nose as he struggles with what to say. finally, after long minutes, he pierces the awkward silence.]

I'm not good at this shit. But I don't want you two fighting on account of me. [his next words are directed specifically at leonard, as he sits up to peer at his best friend.] Offer stands if you want it. Otherwise? I'm gonna go crash on the couch.

[to sara he tosses a pointed look, one that screams, 'how the fuck are we gonna fix this' though he can't bring himself to actually say the words.]