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EVENT ▸ welcome week

EVENT 001: WELCOME WEEK

MOVE-IN DAY

Welcome to Cadelle, cuddlers! The city is — for the most part, at least — very happy with the first wave of volunteers who have chosen to spend time here! To help everyone get settled a little easier, Mayor Drake and her team have put together a series of helpful booths, each staffed by friendly citizen volunteers who are more than ready to answer any questions characters may have.

▸ First things first: visitors will need to visit City Hall to officially enroll as a Cadelle citizen. Once complete, they'll receive their Welcome Packet, which will include all of the most important items for settling in. Characters will find keys to their apartment and associated mail box, their housing assignment, and their pre-activated CuddleCard, ready to go. In addition, the volunteer coordinators have included a newly printed map of the city, as well as contact information for various city-run organizations, just in case!

▸ Due to the influx of energy from all of the new visitors, the city’s computer systems have been experiencing some "minor hiccups". While this is nothing to be concerned about, characters may find themselves mildly inconvenienced — they may have received keys that don’t work in their door, or been issued someone else's room assignment unknowingly!

▸ If they've arrived during regular business hours, characters are, of course, able to visit the maintenance office on the first floor of each building for help switching out their mismatched keys or determining their correct assignment. However, getting settled after hours will require a little extra creative problem solving — like asking a new friend if sharing a bed for the night seems reasonable, sleeping on the couches in the public lounges downstairs, or maybe even roughing it for the night outdoors. (Of course, there's always the frowned-upon methods of breaking and entering... not that you heard it from us!)

▸ As with any move-in day, there’s bound to be lots to see and do. Characters may need help carrying their things, or even just help finding their way around. If they're lucky enough to find their room without problem, they may not be so lucky in their assignment. They may find themselves living underneath someone who's got to be part elephant (who stomps that much at 6 AM?!) or just above someone who insists on burning every batch of popcorn they make! Get out there, meet the neighbors, and see what this city has to offer!

CITY SCAVENGER HUNT

A few days after the big move-in weekend, characters will find an unread message on their CuddlePhone, encouraging them to check out the CuddleTalk network for a very special message from two very special guests. When they do, they’ll find a cute (but admittedly very cheesy) video message from Cadelle’s volunteer coordinators, Flora and Cornelius. The video highlights a few of the most popular destinations in the city — Blaze Pizza, for example, the home of the ninety-second wood-fired pizza, or Dinah’s, where you can enjoy a literal bucket of fries perfect for sharing.

At the end of the video, a link will come up for characters to click if they are so inclined. They’ll be directed to a sign-up page for a city-wide scavenger hunt, with a grand prize promised for the first team to complete the challenge.

Want to participate?

▸ Characters will be able to sign up for the scavenger hunt either on their own or with a friend. (The prizes remain the same regardless of the size of the team, so if your character wants all the money for themselves, they'll either want to race it alone or pick a very generous teammate!)

▸ Among the many delicious dining destinations around Cadelle, characters will discover three venues that the volunteer coordinators have tapped as their current favorites. Somewhere in those three venues, characters will find a beautiful framed photo of Flora and Cornelius.

▸ When characters find the photo, they'll be instructed to take their best selfie, being sure to capture themselves, the framed snapshot, and their teammate (if they chose to bring one along) in the shot.

▸ The first group to send in all three selfies will win the grand prize — one month's stipend worth of extra CuddleBucks! However, all competitors who complete the challenge will be rewarded with a token of appreciation — one week's stipend worth of CuddleBucks, just for playing along!

▸ While characters explore the city, they just might find some "bonus" surprises along the way. Keep your eyes peeled!

Helpful Hint: To find the secret locations (and any hidden bonuses along the way), check out our CITY DIRECTORY for all the amazing destinations your character can explore! Feel free to sort by category on the left, and click your way through your first big adventure in the big city!

Mod Note: For fairness, the "grand prize" winner will be determined by RNG in a drawing on August 4 at 3:00 PM. If your character would like to be eligible to win the grand prize, please be sure to leave us a comment so we can include them in the drawing!

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[mick knows that's a lie and that len knows that he knows it's a lie, but calling leonard snart out on it seems really unimportant right now, not when the last time they'd seen one another before coming here was when he'd carted len back to the past to hopefully become a better man, to become the man who saved them all.

snart is a goddamn sight for sore eyes and call him sentimental, but the familiarity with which he moves around in mick's apartment warms even the most cynical of hearts.

the bed, a double, is hardly big enough for one fully grown man let alone two, but mick's eyeing it and then back at the couch only to settle on the bed again. he shoots len a pointed look, shaking his head as he replies.]

Couch is hard as a rock. Don't recommend it. [which leaves just one viable option left because fuck if he's going to suggest that his partner and best friend sleep on the floor.] Just keep your cold mitts to yourself and I'll share.

Yeah, yeah. [ leonard steps on the toes of his socks to help pull them off, then dumps his coat on top his little pile of belongings right in front of the window.

it's a good thing mick's here. not because it makes this whole intimacy in exchange for possibly getting his life back thing easier to swallow--though it does do that--but because this whole thing really would've sucked if len had just drunkenly broken into a stranger's apartment and crashed on their couch for a few hours like he'd originally been planning. you know. if he couldn't get into his own.

he shuffles over to the bed and waves a hand at it. ] Pick a side. [ since it's his bed and all.

len waits until mick gets back into the bed to slide in next to him. he settles down quickly in that way that very tired people and people who are used to sleeping rough do. and then he immediately presses his very cold toes to mick's shins.

what? they're not his mitts. ]

[the weather's mild, but mick likes his apartment (and bed) nice and cool, so while leonard busies himself with socks and coat, he shuts the window, taking extra care to lock it this time. one intruder a night is enough, thank you very much.

though mick's not liable to mention it, he's thankful that of all the places that len could've ended up that his is the one. a little b&e might be harmless to some, but in this place, who knows how long a minor crime might set him back in getting whatever he wished for to bring him here. mick's not ready to see leonard leave, but he certainly doesn't want him staying longer than strictly necessary.

before long, mick's trudging back toward his bed. he's strictly a left side kind of person. the presence of another person does nothing to change that fact, and he climbs in without another word, shifting until he's on his side facing leonard. a very poor choice, he realizes as len smirks as chilly toes meet still sleep warm skin. mick makes to swat them away.] Jesus, Len. Nobody's gonna cuddle with you if stick your toes on 'em.

[ with his face smashed into the pillow, only about half his smile is visible. but it's definitely there. even as mick swats him and len gives him a gentle kick in return before, thankfully, keeping his toes to himself. ]

You kickin' me out of bed? Damn. That must be a new record. [ and yet, he makes no move to leave. in fact, he lets his eyes close and his body relax into the mattress. not the best one he's ever slept on, but it's sure as hell better than a lot of other places he's stayed the night.

silence reigns for a long moment. to the casual observer, it might look like leonard's passed out mid-conversation. at least until, with his eyes still closed, he speaks again. this time on a completely different tangent. ] I can't decide if this is closer to how I envisioned heaven or hell.

( heaven or hell? sounds like sara's cue.

this day has been closer to hell than sara had expected, and she's actually been to a vague approximation of actual hell before. this is domesticity hell, taking her right back to moving into her college dorm room with her mom and dad and sister in tow.

except for the fact that a beautiful alien superhero didn't break her key in the door of sara's dorm room, which happened to be the case on the sixth floor of alpha building. she'd kicked down her door — they were gonna have to fix it for her anyways — dropped what little possessions she'd brought with her, and set out to explore the city instead.

now, it's late, and she's beat, and sleeping on a couch in the middle of a common area until the morning sounds pretty unappealing. sara, resourceful as ever, does the logical thing: jimmies the lock to the maintenance room, looks through building logs until she finds a specific name — rory, m. — and makes her way to beta building's fifth floor. and picks another lock. and wanders through a dark, way-too-clean apartment until she finds the bedroom. oh, the perks of essentially being a sneaky goddamn ninja.

sara's sure as hell surprised to see not one, but two large figures crammed into the double bed through the dim light the blinds provide, but she guesses she shouldn't be. shaking her head, she reaches down to unlace her boots so she can kick them off, apparently undeterred and acting like breaking into someone's apartment is commonplace — for her, anyway. she knows it is for them. )

I can't believe you beat me to the punch.

For you or for me? [mick chuckles, giving leonard a playful shove for good measure. he doesn't do feelings, or complications, or sleepovers. it's less messy that way. but he makes zero effort to kick len out, choosing instead to focus on his steady breathing, in then out then in again.

he shuts his eyes, willing himself back toward slumber when len says something that throws him for a loop. mick lifts his head to peer at him, eyebrow quirked.]

Not sure. At least this time I'm not bored outta my skull.

[he's got more words to add, but he swears he hears boots thudding on his floor. then nothing. must be imagining shit. he thinks. but before long there's another familiar face. don't mind the irritation in his voice, sara. he's actually not that mad.]

Really? Twice in a night. This shithole has the worst security. [a beat passes, and mick's greeting sara with a wink.] Lance. Good to see you.

[ there's a retort resting on the tip of his tongue, but leonard swallows it back at the sound of boots. the nice relaxation thing he had is gone in a heartbeat, muscles tensing as he gets ready to move. just in case.

--not that he actually does move. not until sara wanders in. even then, it's only to lift his head off the pillow and squint at her, eyes a little glassy. ] Sara... [ he drawls, somehow managing to make her name sound like it has six extra syllables.

of all the people who could've been breaking in to mick's place, sara is the probably the one len's the most okay with. outside of his sister, anyway. though he doesn't manage to slip back into that half-asleep looseness he was in a moment ago, he does let go of the tenseness as he rolls over to better be able to look at the pair of them. ]

If you're going to join the party, you have to get rid of all the knives you've got on you.

You're no fun.

( it's said through a wry smile as she tugs off socks, lets her jacket fall from her shoulders and to the floor; with that gone, and the boots, that accounts for all of the knives. wait — nope, she forgot one tucked into the leg of her jeans, but she grabs that one and leaves it by her boots, too.

this probably should be weird, but it isn't. maybe it's their collective shared histories, of mismatched memories, of sacrifices, of ridiculous bar brawls in the middle of the 1970s. mick's winking at her and leonard's deliciously dragging out her name and sara decides, in this very moment: fuck it.

maybe she could've taken the couch, but there's something simultaneously terrible and appealing about the idea of sneaking her way between the two of them — not that there's actually much sneaking involved when it comes down to it, sara deciding to crawl right onto the bed and wedge her way between them, back of her head hitting the pillows (or, rather, the corners of both and the miniscule dip between them) as she lets out a relieved sigh. they're warm on either side of her — one side a little more than the other, Obviously — and it's easy to let herself relax against them, not really feeling a need to explain herself unless (until?) she's asked. )

[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.]

Together again. A killer, a klepto, and a pyro.

[ this isn't something he's used to. sacking out with someone else in the bed? sure. actually planning to cuddle someone through at least part of the night? not so much. but despite the faces len pulls as sara squishes between them and pushes him closer to the edge of the bed (his money is on either him or mick falling off at least once overnight) he's not all that uncomfortable with this.

sure, it could be a little cooler. but it's nice to be able to feel the heat radiating off sara. to feel mick's fingers brushing against him. to throw a leg over sara's, toes (that are decidedly warner now but still a bit chilly) nudging at mick yet again.

with a quiet sigh, leonard tilts his head until his forehead almost rests against the back of sara's head. ] You're gonna need a bigger bed. [ the cadence of his words make it clear he's quoting something. ] Hell, if all the apartments have beds this small, we're all gonna need bigger beds.

( sara can practically feel len's breath against her neck — that, coupled with his voice, loud and clear in her ear after what feels like an eternity, makes sara's eyes flutter closed, which burn with a need for sleep despite how awake the rest of her seems to be right now.

it's hard not to be, trying to coalesce the familiar with the unfamiliar in her head. leonard's hooked his leg over hers like he's done what feels like hundreds of times back in eudio, even if this leonard doesn't know it. mick's arm weighs on her, comfortable. but the newness of the situation, of reactions earned from both parties on either side of her as they nudge and bump one another with their own brand of familiarity, is exciting to sara, brings a smile that's far too pleased to her face.

len's comment makes her laugh, turning on her side to face mick and grant leonard more room — provided he'll scoot in closer, press against her a little more. ) Hate to break it to you, but it's looking like a universal situation. Guess our first mission here's a recon one. Operation: Cuddle Freedom.

[this particular bedding arrangement leaves a lot to be desired, space-wise at the very least. mick has half a mind to just haul sara on top of him if for no reason other than that extra bit of space to sprawl. but sara has other thoughts in mind, apparently, flipping to face him as leonard comments on the nature of government subsidized housing. mick laughs quietly, chimes back with a gonna need a bigger apartment. especially if you two are planning on making yourself at home in the future.

sara is impossibly close, close enough that he can make out little flecks of color in her eyes from the dim light filtering through his sheer curtains. he thinks about the last time they were this close, and how different this is in comparison. perhaps the biggest surprise is how he likes that it's the three of them in this too small bed. somewhere, he thinks, someone is laughing at him for not immediately recoiling at the thought.

mick crooks his finger in one of leonard's belt loops, giving a determined tug. it pulls him even closer to sara, mouth landing against the shell of her ear, knees knocking against her own.]

Where the hell am I gonna find a bed big enough for the three of us? And who am I gonna have to torch to get it for free?

[ he can't help but suck in a sharp breath as mick tugs him closer, hand that's not behind his head reaching out to steady himself and landing on mick's forearm. he ends up almost plastered to sara's back. it's not something he would've done himself, but now that he's here, with her slotting into his space near perfectly, he decides not to glare at mick for it. ]

We could just steal one. [ he lets his fingertips ghost across the burn scars as he shifts just enough to make sure the arm he's laying on won't fall asleep. ] Might be an interesting challenge, trying to make out with a California King and boxspring.

[ leonard pauses. taps a finger against mick's arm and hums thoughtfully close to sara's ear. ] Think it's still called a California King if there's no California here?

Could be. Some things are multiversal. ( like waffle houses. and 7-elevens. sara's pretty sure those were even in eudio; she'll have to investigate to find out about cadelle.

you know, when it's not after midnight, and she's not exhausted and willingly sandwiched between two criminals.

she breathes out a huff of laughter, squirms a little to adjust herself to slot as perfectly as she can against leonard, relaxing into the closeness. there's something almost soothing about the way len's muscles flex as he brushes idle fingers against mick's arm. her eyes stay closed, but her mouth quirks up into a smile that's now, apparently, all for mick. )

Bet you could do it. You'd just need a really good diversion. ( her fingers curl into the corner of the pillow under her head, idle, before she adds, deadpanned: ) If only you two knew someone really good at being distracting.

I've missed this.

[his confession is quiet. clearly in reference to planning a heist, because the press of three bodies together is most certainly a new sensation. len's fingers touch scars that he already knows all about. there's no need to explain them away, no need to glare and threaten death and dismemberment to someone who gets too curious. no, it's comfortable, leaving a surprising flood of warmth in its wake. or maybe that's the sound of sara's laughter, her shit eating grin, and the tangle of their legs that does it for him. he's not sure, if he's being perfectly honest though, it's likely both.

mick's hand drifts between len and sara, drawing lazy circles on her hip, scratching at the exposed bit of skin just above the waistband of his pants. he's tired even if his brain is whirring away.]

Distracting's right. I was planning on sleep and you both decided to interrupt. But I'm down with planning a little breaking and entering.Tomorrow, though.

First, you two owe me an apology. [the smile that crosses his face intended for both of them.] I'm not telling you how. Figure it out.

You can still get sleep. [ though who knows how good of a sleep it'll be with all three of them crammed into the bed. while awake or drifting in that haze of half-awareness, this is real nice. leonard has his doubts about how nice it's gonna be once someone starts snoring or dreaming or both.

still probably won't be much of a problem. at least not in comparison to the fact that he apparently has to figure out how to apologize to mick in tandem with sara.

len props himself up on his elbow so he can look down at her and raise an eyebrow. he's open to ideas, here. ]

( at the very least, sara thinks, she'll be in the clear when — if? — the three of them ever end up falling asleep; there's an awful lot of power, being in the middle. maybe in the middle of the night, she'll just so happen to stretch enough and kick one of them out of the bed. hell, maybe she'll kick them both out of the bed, savor every inch of the glorious double bed.

mick's probably on her hit list first, considering the way the lazy drag of his nails against her skin makes her squirm against the two of them a little. it's rude. as is his implication that she and leonard owe him something. that smile mick wears is Telling, reminds her a hell of a lot of one he wore when sipping fruity drinks on the beach in eudio, a substitute for aruba, and sara gives him a Look.

but then there's leonard, looking down at her expectantly; she turns her head so she can meet his gaze through the dim light filtering through the blinds, an incredulous kind of smile creeping at the corners of her mouth. god, this is ridiculous. )

If anything, I think Mick owes us an apology for not inviting us in the first place.

[mick rolls his eyes and shoots a glare at len for that comment. could he try sleeping? sure. but the likelihood that that sleep will be rejuvinating is about as likely as snow in hell. so, he's certain that sleep is going to be the last thing he gets.

especially if sara's suggesting that he's the one who owes them an apology. puh-lease. he's more likely to kick them them both to the floor so he can coocoon in his sheets than apologize for what? for not offering to cuddle with them both before now?]

I don't do apologies, you both know that. And the digs here are shit. My old bed was bigger. [and since he's tired of pussyfooting around it all...] And maybe I just wanted something nicer than a dorm room before I hit you up for a little roll between the sheets.

[ for a moment, len's still slightly inebriated brain hears "you" and understands "sara". in that moment the jealousy leaves him almost breathless. like at dinah's, when sara hinted she'd slept with mick before, he's not entirely sure which one he's jealous of. both, most likely.

it clicks after a few heartbeats that mick probably means both of them too. that--changes things. he tilts his head to the side and considers. he's well aware that sara and mick can probably see the gears turning in his head, but here in the darkness of dorms, he doesn't really mind.

what he does mind--and what makes his hand spasm a little against mick's arm--is the fact that he didn't think of it. if they were having this conversation somewhere else, it'd be different. 'cause in theory, he's all for it. but in a bed, crushed together, with the weight of some history leonard hasn't experienced pressing down on his shoulders? well, that feels a little like having his back against a wall.

intimacy has never been easy. he doesn't know why he thought this might be. ]

Well. [ he rests his forehead on the curve of sara's shoulder for the space of a heartbeat. gives mick's arm a little squeeze. ] Fit is a little tight. [ he sits up, swings his legs over until he's perched on the edge of the bed, bare feet flat on the carpet. ] And not in a good way.

( 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.

[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.]

[ his eyes fall shut and his brow furrows for half a second--the closest he'll let himself get to a wince. this isn't want he wanted. them worried and thrown out of the easy banter of a moment before. he just needed--space. a little breathing room. ]

It's not-- [ you, he swallows down. huffs in something that would be amusement if this situation weren't what it is.

leonard has always been careful with his words. each one chosen so as not to give too much away. he's always been a witty liar, his truths doled out when and how he wants them to be, often wrapped up in something else. that won't help him here. not with his partner. not with his could-have-been. ]

I don't like missing something. [ he says finally. the memories he doesn't share with the two of them make him feel like he's on the other side of a two-way mirror, looking in on something he can't quite touch.

he squashes down the feeling and turns to face sara. expression soft and hands softer, he reaches out to tuck a stray bit of hair behind her ear. glances over at mick, an apology writ across his face. ] Stay. Both of you.

[ leonard doesn't move from the bed. ]

I know.

( an almost uncharacteristically quiet response, restrained. sara could tell him that he's not missing anything, but that would be a lie. isn't she already lying, though, by not revealing the true nature of their relationship in eudio, by purposefully withholding things from him?

maybe, maybe not; luckily, sara's always dealt in moral greys. doesn't quite find comfort in them, but at least they're familiar.

len reaches out towards her and sara's eyes close, mercifully hiding the sheer amount of concern and care in her gaze, exhaling slowly as he brushes loose strands of hair behind her ear — sweet, gentle contact initiated by him, a sign of, perhaps, slowly moving past his own boundaries that she's all too familiar with.

even still, she also knows not to push. she simply sits back on her knees, stays, like he tells them to. waits, maybe, for mick's reaction to that, unable to gauge it from where she is right now — or maybe just waits for another sign from leonard himself. )

[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.

[ they've never been touchy-feely, him and mick. too much in their backgrounds and their necessary images for it to work. but their hands meeting and fingers linking (a holy palmer's kiss, his brain supplies) feels right. feels a bit like coming home, even. the roughness of mick's voice and the steady presence of sara envelop him. the uncomfortable feeling of lacking something is still there but it's eased. not as present as it was at the first suggestion of the three of them together in more than a sleepy pile.

with a shaky exhale, leonard lists to the side, leaning into mick as his free hand comes to settle on sara's thigh. it's more contact than he's initiated with anyone in a long while, but it feels right in the moment. ]

I'm not drunk enough for this shit, [ he mutters, only half-serious. ] Let's just... sleep and deal with this later.

[ it's not the best plan ever, but if he has to deal with his emotions and issues-with-a-capital-i anymore tonight, he just might do something he'll regret. ]

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