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[boilover]

I'm getting real tired of getting dumped in strange places against my will. I don't like it.

[There's a low, dangerous growl of disapproval and the expression on Mick's face is not a pretty one. It's somewhat reminiscent of an angry bull. This was the second time in God knows how many days that Mick Rory has found himself stranded somewhere new and different, unsure what the hell is happening. It's not a good feeling. It didn't inspire much good will.

Though this is a definite improvement over the last place. For one, there's food. For another, he gets a free smart phone to yell at people over and voice his anger. Not bad. Though he did kind of think they went a little overboard with the white. What was with all the decorations anyway? This better not be like some low rent Christmas Town cause honestly, that sounded a lot like hell.]

You got five minutes to convince me not to torch this place to the ground cause I ain't in the mood to play nice right now. Somebody start talking. [The words come out as an angry snarl, teeth barred. He's not a happy bunny.]

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[boilover]

[Mick's nostrils flare and he launches forward, not hitting, just grabbing him by the neck, holding him down, squeezing it lightly. Not enough to really choke him.]

You did this to me! I was happy and you were the one that wanted to go off into space and play hero. You could have just let me go home when I wanted but no, you're the smart one and I'm the dumb one. You knew what you were doing. [His fingers grip a little harder now, unable to help himself.] We could have just gone home cause newsflash, doesn't look like your little mission is working out so well now, does it?

[catchacold]

[Leonard lifts a hand to try and pry Mick's fingers off him, leaning his head back in an effort to keep being able to breathe. It's an instinct more than anything and he knows he'll keep fighting. He's a survivor, it's what he does. It's what he's always done.

He lifts his other leg to use his knee to get Mick off him, finally glaring at him.]

Maybe people wouldn't think you're dumb if you made up your own mind once in a while. But then you couldn't blame every fuck-up on me.

[boilover]

[Mick relents, rolling off Leonard at the hit and lying on the floor not far from him. He's exhausted, tired, still kind of hungry and his body is starting to give. He can't keep doing this.]

Whenever I make up my mind, you over-ride me. Cause somewhere down the line, we stopped being partners. [He made up his mind about wanting to go home. He made up his mind about wanting to stay 2046. He made up his mind to betray the team and leave. Every time, Snart stopped him, Snart decided he knew better.] We ain't partners, you treat me like I'm your dog. That's what everyone thinks I am.

[And of all the people in the world, he never thought Leonard would be the one to make him feel like that.]

[catchacold]

You ain't my dog, Mick, you never were. I was just... [He pauses, because what use is justifying himself? He doesn't feel like he's earned it or any kind of forgiveness. Not from this Mick, who hasn't even been through the worst yet. So he shakes his head and arm to rest it across his forehead.]

I fucked up. I made mistakes. Ain't got any way to undo them.

[boilover]

If only you had a time machine.

[Heh. Yeah. He was still funny. Mick continues just lying there, among the flowers he'd described. He's crushing like ninety percent of them at this point. Mick doesn't have it in him to kill Leonard, to really hurt him, not now anyway. He's just wounded and angry. He feels betrayed and he knows he fucked up too but he was desperate.]

[catchacold]

If only.

[He snorts, not that there is anything funny about this. He's aching in more than one way and Mick doesn't know. There is so much that Mick doesn't know yet.]

Ain't got one here.

[boilover]

[Mick lies there for a while, knowing he has to move, he has to get away from Snart before he does something he regrets because this isn't going to be over like that. This wasn't like when he fucked up a job and the two of them would brawl it out to work out stress. This was something more real. And Mick didn't like emotions, he wasn't good at dealing with them. Neither was Leonard.

They were so fucked.]

From one place to another against my will. Ah, it feels good. [He smiles a pained smile.]

[catchacold]

Better than nothing.

[What an innocent remark. Leonard slowly opens up his hand, finger by finger. It's an innocent gesture too.

Boom.]

There's free food in the mansion. Booze.

[He would give Mick more information, but he highly doubts that'd be welcome. What a way to reunite.]

[boilover]

I know which one I want.

[Mick gives it a few before forcing himself up to his feet. Out of force of habit, he goes to offer a hand to Leonard and stops almost mid-way. The gesture is noticeable but Mick tries to hide it, clenching the offered hand into a fist.]

We ain't square just cause we pummelled each other. This ain't going away. Got it?

[catchacold]

Got it.

[He looks at Mick's hand a moment longer than he should have and then drops his arm so it covers his eyes, just a simple trick to hide without seeming like he's hiding. Instead he can fake being relaxed. One leg standing up, the other crossing it at the thigh.]

Wasn't expecting to kiss and make up.

[boilover]

Nah. You don't deserve these lips.

[Mick grunts. Only the best and the sexiest of people deserved them! It wasn't easy to walk away from Leonard, especially not like this. People didn't often see Leonard the way Mick did and he knew how this felt because Mick was feeling the same too.

He starts walking away because what else could he say?]