[ the door shuts quietly behind him, and ray just watches snart and his gun. he knows the look of someone in the midst of set steps, and he know how frustrating it can be to have them interrupted.
ray moves into the room, but doesn't sit or wander. he just crosses his arms and waits. ]
[There's no need to explain who that 'he' is. Couldn't be more blatantly obvious. His movements are practised, but they still give an excuse not to look at Ray.]
[He's quiet for a moment and pretends that it is because he's working at a tricky part. So he leans in closer and tries not to let his thoughts linger on Mick looking at him with a stranger's hateful eyes for the first time.]
[What is he going to do, explain his reasoning? Explain that Mick's anger is Chronos' anger and he understands anything Mick. If his anger's still immediate, he won't step back to seek out other targets and be tactical about his revenge, he'll want him to know upfront. Like last time.
But there's more than that reasoning. There's always more.]
[ a stray thought pops into ray's head, full of overconfidence and frustration. the kind that ray often listens to when he feels like he's being disregarded and unheard and can't find the right way to say what he means. the one that he usually hears when he's talking to len. he ignores it, now. if his feelings keep running away with him, maybe the only solution is to shut them down for awhile. ]
Whatever you think is best.
[ ray shrugs. he's pretty sure nothing will be helpful at this point. and it seems like the harder he tries, the worse it gets-- ah. there he goes being arrogant again. ]
[This is frustrating in an entirely different way, but it's nothing he can blame on Ray. He's taken charge of the agenda, which means that now he has to fill the roles. A plan is made and maybe this time there won't be a mistake.
His face hurts, his whole body hurts and he can't believe, he still can't believe, that this is what he has to go through twice.]
What do you think? You're the one who knows how things turn out.
[ loose and clearly exhausted, ray just shrugs. he's done trying so hard with snart -- not only has he imagined they'd progressed a little, he really thought they were becoming a little team. now he's at a total loss. ]
[Does he have to clarify that? Explain that? Of course he does. Leonard finally turns around, lifting one leg up to prop it on the seat and gingerly touching his face with one hand, finger following the outline of a bruise.]
I always thought I'm the only one who can handle Mick. But I failed him. Chronos is on me. It's all on me. And when you're from, I'm gone. So, you wanna be his partner now?
The way I see it, either we all want to be a team, or not. There's no partners, for me. Chronos is all of our faults.
[ ray shakes his head, lets his arms fall to his sides, and takes a step backward toward the door. ]
I shouldn't have pushed you like I push him, I get that now. But I don't think either of us can help him alone. So my question to you is: do you want to be a team, now?
[ he opens the door and gets a foot out before turning back. ]
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Leonard doesn't bother getting up, he's taking apart his gun for no reason and he doesn't want to break concentration. Besides, moving hurts.]
Come in, genius.
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ray moves into the room, but doesn't sit or wander. he just crosses his arms and waits. ]
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[There's no need to explain who that 'he' is. Couldn't be more blatantly obvious. His movements are practised, but they still give an excuse not to look at Ray.]
You're his partner?
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[ we both are, he wants to say. all of us. but he's not actually sure that's ever been true. ]
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[There's necessity for him too, but a more decorative punching bag would do for now. He has to think about possibilities.]
He doesn't need to know.
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Yeah. Got it.
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[He's quiet for a moment and pretends that it is because he's working at a tricky part. So he leans in closer and tries not to let his thoughts linger on Mick looking at him with a stranger's hateful eyes for the first time.]
If he's focused on me, we can keep it contained.
[There's Ray's precious 'we'.]
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but it doesn't matter anymore. ]
All right.
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But there's more than that reasoning. There's always more.]
Would you rather tell him?
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Whatever you think is best.
[ ray shrugs. he's pretty sure nothing will be helpful at this point. and it seems like the harder he tries, the worse it gets-- ah. there he goes being arrogant again. ]
Look after him and don't tell him. Anything else?
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His face hurts, his whole body hurts and he can't believe, he still can't believe, that this is what he has to go through twice.]
What do you think? You're the one who knows how things turn out.
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...What are you doing?
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[Does he have to clarify that? Explain that? Of course he does. Leonard finally turns around, lifting one leg up to prop it on the seat and gingerly touching his face with one hand, finger following the outline of a bruise.]
I always thought I'm the only one who can handle Mick. But I failed him. Chronos is on me. It's all on me. And when you're from, I'm gone. So, you wanna be his partner now?
What do you think?
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[ ray shakes his head, lets his arms fall to his sides, and takes a step backward toward the door. ]
I shouldn't have pushed you like I push him, I get that now. But I don't think either of us can help him alone. So my question to you is: do you want to be a team, now?
[ he opens the door and gets a foot out before turning back. ]
Just ... think about it. I'll be around.
[ and he leaves. ]
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[What?
He's just saying.]