If the plan is me not dying, why don't I just turn myself in to the cops and live the rest of my life in prison?
Because that's not a way to live, Mick. You should know. It's like comparing a lit match to one stuck in a drawer somewhere, getting dusty and useless.
But you won't be stuck in a drawer, will you? You'll be with Summers, and he's good for you. You'll be helping him so you're hardly useless. [ Unless Mick's really misunderstood something about Len and Scott's relationship.]
The point is that plans don't matter Len. Plans change. You should do what is good for you, what keeps you alive and happy.
Not to interrupt the self-pity man pain train, Mick, but it's a pretty obvious fact of life that you make me happy, and have made me happy the last three decades.
[ Mick blinks. He is actually a bit surprised at this. Even if he hides them well Mick has his self-doubts and most of them centre around a dumb brute or a convenient tool. He figures he's just been convenient for Len to have around. ]
And you're willing to risk your life to come back to me?
[Well. Clearly Summers isn't the only one who needs that reassurance spelled out in plain english. Suddenly, Cold's having to deal with the very real aspect that his planned emotional unavailability is hurting the people around him.
[ Mick's speechless for a long time, and not because he can't be bothered to answer, that is a different kind of silence. Now he just doesn't know what to say or how to process the things he is feeling. Disbelief and relief and gratitude and ... and something he knows has always been there, he's just ignored it. ]
I've been worse places than the barge. [ And right now that is something that is very much true for him. ]
And you know whether or not you do is not going to affect how I feel. [ Fuck he hates how that sounds coming out, so god damn gushy and ... Hell, he needs a drink. Or a good fucking bonfire, or both. And yet he can't stop now, he made this bed... ] You'll always be my partner, I've loved you for decades, you idiot, of course, that won't change.
[Now it's Len's turn to go silent for a time. Because they promised each other, when they were moody, scared, angry teenagers, that they would never bring feelings into this.
A lot's changed since then. Dying has a way of changing your perspective; so does, that matter, for killing your father and being a pseudo-father to someone as young and angry as you were, once.
Finally, he answers, a bit quieter, but with no small amount of old snark;]
Don't faint, you know how heavy you are to lift when you're unconscious?
[ A bit of snark makes it feel more natural and not so ... Well, Mick had just admitted to something that had been a secret for nearly thirty years, and suddenly he suspects it is the same for Len. ]
[Words, once said, can't really be taken back. He feels them as if they had actual weight to them, hanging in the air between them]
Being unconscious, my awareness levels would be a bit understandably lax, so no. I don't.
Calling you Heatwave as an affectionate pet name is going to really throw me off if we're using it in battle. Pick something that the Flash isn't going to yell suddenly and throw me off my game.
I just don't want to be the one who has to suddenly contend with images of your face mid-coitus while I'm trying to turn a speedster into a red stain on the pavement.
Then he would have just tried to come up with a second set for us to use in bed. And do you really want to have a bedtime code name given to you by a kid, frosty?
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I said it might be safest for you if you didn't.
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Because that's not a way to live, Mick. You should know. It's like comparing a lit match to one stuck in a drawer somewhere, getting dusty and useless.
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The point is that plans don't matter Len. Plans change. You should do what is good for you, what keeps you alive and happy.
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And you're willing to risk your life to come back to me?
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[Well. Clearly Summers isn't the only one who needs that reassurance spelled out in plain english. Suddenly, Cold's having to deal with the very real aspect that his planned emotional unavailability is hurting the people around him.
Ugh. Feelings]
That means yes. Always.
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Same Len, I'll always come for you.
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I'll make sure I'll never let you doubt it.
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[ And right now that is something that is very much true for him. ]
And you know whether or not you do is not going to affect how I feel. [ Fuck he hates how that sounds coming out, so god damn gushy and ... Hell, he needs a drink. Or a good fucking bonfire, or both. And yet he can't stop now, he made this bed... ] You'll always be my partner, I've loved you for decades, you idiot, of course, that won't change.
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A lot's changed since then. Dying has a way of changing your perspective; so does, that matter, for killing your father and being a pseudo-father to someone as young and angry as you were, once.
Finally, he answers, a bit quieter, but with no small amount of old snark;]
'I love you, you idiot.' Catch me, I'm swooning.
...Yeah.
Yes, all right, firebug. I love you too.
['And if you tell anyone I said that'..]
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[ A bit of snark makes it feel more natural and not so ... Well, Mick had just admitted to something that had been a secret for nearly thirty years, and suddenly he suspects it is the same for Len. ]
And firebug hardly works anymore.
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Being unconscious, my awareness levels would be a bit understandably lax, so no. I don't.
Calling you Heatwave as an affectionate pet name is going to really throw me off if we're using it in battle. Pick something that the Flash isn't going to yell suddenly and throw me off my game.
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Been a while since I set fire to anything, that's all I meant.
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You okay there?
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I don't know, honestly. I don't feel completely good, but not like there is pressure building, just kind of floating in the middle.
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Thanks. Now you're going to ruin Rogue heists for me in the future.
That's new.
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[ He grins. ]
Besides, you can't start calling me something else now, we might get it mixed up.
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Bedtime code name?
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