[mick's brow furrows as leonard begins with the words 'it's not' and he swears if the other man finishes with 'you. it's me' he'll punch them both and just leave. nevermind that it's his apartment and that a storm out is the most childish thing ever that he could possibly do.
he holds his breath as leonard carefully considers how to approach this situation they've landed in. mick waits for the moment to happen, for those words to fall from his lips, but somehow, they never come. instead, leonard talks about the missing bits, about how he doesn't like that there's parts he's been left out of. mick knows a little something about that too, having had his own taste of it when he'd arrived in eudio to friendships he hadn't really established and to sara's damning and vague answers which kept hinting at things he could only guess at.
so, mick gets how he feels, and the look he shoots back as leonard says stay to the two of them is equally soft, full of concern, because above all else, even if this leonard doesn't have memories of eudio, he still has decades of history with mick. he's still the one person who mick has always trusted, implicitly, even to his own detriment.
it's that trust that has mick shifting from his position. after a moment of internal debate, questioning if he should do something or if leonard will up and bolt if he does, he gives in to temptation, hand moving to cover leonard's, his fingers slotting into place in the gaps in between. mick has no answers to this. no guide book or carefully crafted heist notes. all he knows is that he trusts them both and that for those few blissful moments earlier, he'd felt truly content. he nods in reply to leonard's request to stay and his non-verbal apology, after all there's no other place he can think of that he'd like to be. for a few more silent moments, he shifts his gaze between the two of them. his voice sounds rough around the edges when he finally speaks.] Thank god.
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he holds his breath as leonard carefully considers how to approach this situation they've landed in. mick waits for the moment to happen, for those words to fall from his lips, but somehow, they never come. instead, leonard talks about the missing bits, about how he doesn't like that there's parts he's been left out of. mick knows a little something about that too, having had his own taste of it when he'd arrived in eudio to friendships he hadn't really established and to sara's damning and vague answers which kept hinting at things he could only guess at.
so, mick gets how he feels, and the look he shoots back as leonard says stay to the two of them is equally soft, full of concern, because above all else, even if this leonard doesn't have memories of eudio, he still has decades of history with mick. he's still the one person who mick has always trusted, implicitly, even to his own detriment.
it's that trust that has mick shifting from his position. after a moment of internal debate, questioning if he should do something or if leonard will up and bolt if he does, he gives in to temptation, hand moving to cover leonard's, his fingers slotting into place in the gaps in between. mick has no answers to this. no guide book or carefully crafted heist notes. all he knows is that he trusts them both and that for those few blissful moments earlier, he'd felt truly content. he nods in reply to leonard's request to stay and his non-verbal apology, after all there's no other place he can think of that he'd like to be. for a few more silent moments, he shifts his gaze between the two of them. his voice sounds rough around the edges when he finally speaks.] Thank god.