atms: (001.)

[personal profile] atms 2017-03-23 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
It was strange, having Mick around. That wasn't something Leonard ever thought he'd feel, but then again, he never thought he'd be time travelling and trying to save the world either. The whole situation was sixteen different kinds of fucked up. Kind of like his face. The bruises were slowly healing, more of a sickly yellow and green now than mottled purple. But they still hurt enough when he moved his face at all that the pain was a welcome distraction from his spiraling thoughts and the odd guilt that clawed at his insides.

There was only so much he could do, though, to avoid Mick. (And that was supposing he'd admit to himself that he wanted to avoid Mick instead of pridefully continuing on with his head held high, trying not to show how wrong footed he was.) As such, Leonard is completely unsurprised to stumble across his partner (former partner?) in the kitchen. Though he'd deny it later, he hesitated for a heartbeat in the entrance before striding forward and getting himself something to eat.

Leonard steeled himself and sat down across from Mick. Took a bite. Ignored the way his shoulders wanted to tense. Instead, he gave Mick an even look and drawled, "So... we're going to save our younger selves from this Pilgrim." His head cocked to the side. "I'm not sure who's going to be the bigger headache--you or me."

It's the kind of remark he would have made back before--well. Before. But instead of simply wry amusement, Leonard's words carry a bit of a question in them. Could they do this still? Talk shop. Talk the past. Hell, just talk in general.