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[chillestrogue]

I think she'd like that.

[He sighs, contented and yet not, feeling that pull in two different directions as he relaxes in Mick's hug]

Worst case, I can get Iris on the horn and ask for a pick-up at any point.

[hottestrogue]

You think she'd do that? I thought you and her were... well not the best of friends.

I'll make sure Lisa is taken care of.

[chillestrogue]

If we aren't, it's my fault and I need to go make it up to her. Maybe admit I'm a little emotionally constipated.

[Len knew that was going to be the case regardless, but even so, hearing Mick acknowledge that he'd look after his baby sister has him breathing out in relief]

She's going to hate you for a little while. Just let her alone until she comes back.

[hottestrogue]

For helping her or for letting you die?

[ He knows he'd hate himself for both. ]

Anything you want me to tell her?

[chillestrogue]

For not being me. She's grieving. She'll be okay, but she'll need some time. Don't take whatever she says personally.

Nah. I'll record a message or write her a letter or something.

[hottestrogue]

I won't blame her for hating me for that. She has every right to.

[chillestrogue]

She's got a right to her anger, but it's going to be misdirected on the wrong person. That's the part that's not fair.

[hottestrogue]

I can take it. I've had to deal with angry Snarts before. She can't be worse than you.

[chillestrogue]

I have never been angry in my life.

[hottestrogue]

[ That makes Mick laughs. ]

You've hated me with all your guts, Len. Remember the first time we broke up?

[ Mick had fucked up that time, gotten drunk and done a careless mistake that had landed him in jail for a few months. Len had been there when he got out though, everything past them. ]

[chillestrogue]

I remember being a tad annoyed when you didn't listen to my instructions.

[hottestrogue]

A tad annoyed? You didn't talk to me the whole time I was locked up

[chillestrogue]

[o.m.g.]

Because you didn't listen to me! Why should I have listened to you?

[hottestrogue]

[ Mick chuckles. ]

I have handled that for thirty years Len, I think I can handle your sister

[chillestrogue]

[ugh. ugh. He whaps Mick, childishly, on the arm]

We're not like housecats.

[hottestrogue]

Not entirely.

[ Mick chuckles again and leans in to kiss Len's shoulder. ]

Am I sleeping on the floor now?

[chillestrogue]

Only if you want to.

[He turns his head away, letting Mick have access to his shoulder and neckline]

[hottestrogue]

[ Mick doesn't need to be asked. Instead, he just leans in and presses a few kisses to Len's neck, down towards his collarbone. ]

Who wants to do that?

[chillestrogue]

[He stifles a bit of a whine when Mick begins to unravel him]

Door's still unlocked.

[hottestrogue]

You expecting someone?

[ Mick breathes against his neck. But he does pull back to stand. If Len wants the door locked he'll get the door locked. ]

[chillestrogue]

No. Just didn't want anyone walking in.

[He sits on the floor, staring up at Mick]

[hottestrogue]

[ Mick nods and then moves to come pick him up and manoeuvre him back to the bed. ]

It might be something they regret if they do.

[chillestrogue]

[Len, surprised by the sudden bridal carry, gives a snort of amusement but allows this]

Watch it, one of these days it'll be me carrying you around.

[hottestrogue]

[ Mick chuckles. ]

Really? You're going to need a trip to the gym before that, I weight double of what you do.

[chillestrogue]

[Playfully indignant]

You do not.