( god, it's going to nag at her though, despite how she knows that not knowing about her future is quote unquote "the right thing to do". guess what? doing the right thing really sucks sometimes, especially where this one is involved.
[That pleases him, and he brightens] I'm glad you're here, too. So what do you think? Maybe there's a little canoodling for you and me in our future, hmm?
( well, he's not wrong — though if he's speaking generally or offering another sly dig at her unfortunate point in their collective timeline. regardless. )
By all means, Leonard. Enlighten me. ( it's said almost like she's poking fun at stein and his enthusiasm for their travels. )
( well. that's certainly something. sara certainly feels a certain type of way about that, but ask her to put a name to said feeling and she wouldn't be able to. )
My place.
( regretted almost as immediately as it's said, so she's quick to add: )
I've got an unopened deck of cards sitting on my coffee table. I'll send you the address. ( which she does, pulling her phone away from her ear so she can type it and hit send. ) Be here within the hour.
[And he does click off almost immediately. Forty-five minutes later, he's at her door, rapping a shave-and-a-haircut with his knuckles. He's got a bottle tucked into his jacket, lifted from a liquor store on the way over, and he's wearing all black and a leather jacket in defiance of the warm weather.]
I'd have brought flowers, but that didn't seem like the right move. [He smirks at the joke, pulling out the bottle and wiggling it. Then he sobers a little.] It's good to see you, Sara. Didn't think I would.
( sara isn’t completely sure why the knock on the door makes a sense of anxiety creep through her, but mick letting it slip that in the future, the team has to ditch leonard, leave him behind somewhere because he decides to be some big damn hero, probably doesn’t help. sure, she doesn’t know all the details (considering she doesn’t know his true fate, thinking that he’s somewhere they can just go back and rescue him eventually), but …
finally, she opens the door, and there he is: leonard snart, in all his smarmy glory, clad in all black. sara nearly asks where his parka is, considering the oppressive summer heat outside.
she’s quick to snatch the bottle of whatever-it-is — it honestly doesn’t even matter right now, considering sara’s fairly certain she’s going to need it — out of leonard’s hand, lightning fast, finally allowing the smile that’s been tugging at the corners of her mouth to fully form. taking a few steps back to let him inside her small, fairly bare apartment, she quips: ) Yeah, yeah. Spare me the sentimental crap, Leonard. ( faced with him here and now, she notices an odd sincerity in his words. yeah, she likes him, considering he’s one of the few, if not the only one she can have a genuine conversation with out of all of her teammates, and they’d had an interesting time together trying not to freeze to death on the waverider; she wasn’t kidding when she said she’s happy that he’s here, but …
she’s perceptive. she gets the feeling that she’s missing something, and she doesn’t like it. )
[His eyebrows rise curiously when she's so quick to liberate the bottle. He walks in like he belongs there, letting the door shut behind him, and shrugs. So she still doesn't like him, maybe, though he knows Sara has always pretended not to care much, yet sought him out and spend time with him. That was why it was possible for their relationship to grow.]
Who's being sentimental? I'm just tired of beating Mick at cards. He's a sore loser.
[He grins with a touch of mischief, making himself at home on her sofa and shrugging out of his jacket] Met your sister the other day. Nice gal.
( mick, a sore loser? that's not hard to believe, even this version of mick that's here from her future that she can't quite wrap her head around. she smiles gently as she follows him to the sofa, sitting down cross-legged at the opposite end so she can face him.
she'll reach behind her to grab the pack of cards from the end table, shaking the deck out onto the flat of her hand. sara gets a whole ten seconds into beginning to shuffle the cards when leonard mentions her sister, and she stops dead, gaze immediately flickering back up towards him. )
You met Laurel? ( she can't help but ask incredulously, even if the question has already been answered. ) Lucky for you that Eudio's out of her jurisdiction or she'd probably put you behind bars. ( gentle ribbing, naturally, even if she's more than eager to find out what the two of them could've even talked about other than leonard's criminal record. )
[It's interesting to him how Sara reacted to that. She's clearly interested, and he's glad he brought it up immediately. He reaches to pluck the cards out of her fingers]
I did... We met at the gym. [Technically they met online and he invited her to the gym] She didn't even threaten to arrest me once.
Impressive, ( sara notes with a small smile that negates how sarcastic it may sound otherwise. she is, admittedly, pretty pleased; for all of len's bravado about his criminality, he's not a bad guy, despite how instantaneously he'd deny it. she's glad that laurel's judgement of people's characters is still as sound as she's known it to be.
sara lets leonard take the cards without a fuss, leaning her head against the back of the couch to simply look at him for a moment. ) How'd you manage that — all your wit and charm?
You're here because Mick is a sore loser, ( she reminds him, eyes narrowed at his ever-so-mysterious grin, as though she didn't invite him over so she could spend time with him. )
[He arches a brow and begins to deal the cards. The deck is stacked - Len doesn't lose if he can avoid it, and he's pretty sure she's distracted enough that she didn't notice]
Well, if you want answers, you're gonna have to ask questions.
( luckily for him, she is distracted. she feels like she's out on a hit but wasn't given enough information about the target, so she's left casing each and every piece of body language leonard exhibits, trying to read into things she isn't sure she should be reading into — the way he looks at her, the way he shifts closer, the arch of his brow as the cards are doled out.
all she gets for her troubles is a shitty hand, which makes her lips almost pout as she glances down at the cards. ) Wouldn't know where to start, to be honest. It feels like everyone's dancing around the big stuff in my future but I don't know what the big stuff even is.
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Think that's wise, telling me about my future, Leonard?
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( god, it's going to nag at her though, despite how she knows that not knowing about her future is quote unquote "the right thing to do". guess what? doing the right thing really sucks sometimes, especially where this one is involved.
which, speaking of: ) I'm glad you're here. And Mick, too.
Haha!
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( she's not gonna cave that easily. believing that captain cold himself has suddenly got himself a case of the warm fuzzies? unlikely. )
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By all means, Leonard. Enlighten me. ( it's said almost like she's poking fun at stein and his enthusiasm for their travels. )
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Let me know where you are, and I will.
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My place.
( regretted almost as immediately as it's said, so she's quick to add: )
I've got an unopened deck of cards sitting on my coffee table. I'll send you the address. ( which she does, pulling her phone away from her ear so she can type it and hit send. ) Be here within the hour.
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[And he does click off almost immediately. Forty-five minutes later, he's at her door, rapping a shave-and-a-haircut with his knuckles. He's got a bottle tucked into his jacket, lifted from a liquor store on the way over, and he's wearing all black and a leather jacket in defiance of the warm weather.]
I'd have brought flowers, but that didn't seem like the right move. [He smirks at the joke, pulling out the bottle and wiggling it. Then he sobers a little.] It's good to see you, Sara. Didn't think I would.
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finally, she opens the door, and there he is: leonard snart, in all his smarmy glory, clad in all black. sara nearly asks where his parka is, considering the oppressive summer heat outside.
she’s quick to snatch the bottle of whatever-it-is — it honestly doesn’t even matter right now, considering sara’s fairly certain she’s going to need it — out of leonard’s hand, lightning fast, finally allowing the smile that’s been tugging at the corners of her mouth to fully form. taking a few steps back to let him inside her small, fairly bare apartment, she quips: ) Yeah, yeah. Spare me the sentimental crap, Leonard. ( faced with him here and now, she notices an odd sincerity in his words. yeah, she likes him, considering he’s one of the few, if not the only one she can have a genuine conversation with out of all of her teammates, and they’d had an interesting time together trying not to freeze to death on the waverider; she wasn’t kidding when she said she’s happy that he’s here, but …
she’s perceptive. she gets the feeling that she’s missing something, and she doesn’t like it. )
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Who's being sentimental? I'm just tired of beating Mick at cards. He's a sore loser.
[He grins with a touch of mischief, making himself at home on her sofa and shrugging out of his jacket] Met your sister the other day. Nice gal.
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she'll reach behind her to grab the pack of cards from the end table, shaking the deck out onto the flat of her hand. sara gets a whole ten seconds into beginning to shuffle the cards when leonard mentions her sister, and she stops dead, gaze immediately flickering back up towards him. )
You met Laurel? ( she can't help but ask incredulously, even if the question has already been answered. ) Lucky for you that Eudio's out of her jurisdiction or she'd probably put you behind bars. ( gentle ribbing, naturally, even if she's more than eager to find out what the two of them could've even talked about other than leonard's criminal record. )
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I did... We met at the gym. [Technically they met online and he invited her to the gym] She didn't even threaten to arrest me once.
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sara lets leonard take the cards without a fuss, leaning her head against the back of the couch to simply look at him for a moment. ) How'd you manage that — all your wit and charm?
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It had to be my wit and charm. You know how potent it is.
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( asked with a quirked eyebrow. if it feels like she's fishing for intel, maybe she is. this whole not knowing thing is getting old and fast. )
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Maybe I'm just looking for some answers.
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Well, if you want answers, you're gonna have to ask questions.
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all she gets for her troubles is a shitty hand, which makes her lips almost pout as she glances down at the cards. ) Wouldn't know where to start, to be honest. It feels like everyone's dancing around the big stuff in my future but I don't know what the big stuff even is.
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