Leonard Snart // Captain Cold - IC Inbox

[hypothermic]

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[billionerd]

I thought she might be, but then I thought she was the sort who'd rather starve than ask us for help.

[hypothermic]

Don't let your guard down.

[hypothermic]

And define 'help'.

[billionerd]

She showed up naked and slept in a coffee shop. She's coming over for dinner and a bed.

[hypothermic]

Then I guess I'm sleeping somewhere else.

[billionerd]

[ Yeah ok, this is how he expected this to go. ]

Len, she's not the same person.

[hypothermic]

What makes you think I give a damn?

[billionerd]

It's a fresh start? And we can all be on the same side.

[hypothermic]

What makes you think I want us to be on the same side?

[billionerd]

Beats being enemies? Or... whatever passive aggressive thing we had going on. Come on, one meal, one night.

[hypothermic]

Fine. You tell Mick what she did and ask him if she can stay the night.

He gives you his okay? I'll give you mine.

[billionerd]

Sure, okay.

[hypothermic]

Have fun with that.

[billionerd]

[ He ain't dumb, he's gonna bring offerings. ]

[charbroil]

[ Mick's currently none the wiser about this conversation, concerning himself with a pot of soup in their jury-rigged kitchen. He's not really the type to look too far ahead, but he's pretty content knowing most of the hot things they're charitably giving away are pretty cheap and freeze well. Someone rather smartly managed to get the heat gun off of his hip while company is expected; the bad news is he hadn't let it go too far. ]

Hold on. [ Not looking up from where he's stirring the brew, Mick holds up a hand towards Ray as he approaches. ] Where's your hairnet, Lunch Lad?

[billionerd]

[ Ray stops before getting any closer, he's not gonna ruin Mick's soup. He's got stuff from Jon to bake bread, so he busies himself setting that aside and looking for everything else he needs for it. ]

I'm gonna try baking. Any requests?

[ He's not sure of how to start this conversation so, maybe starting with baked goods will make it go easier. ]

[charbroil]

[ Now that does get a look, brows arching. ]

Just to spectate.

[ Hard to tell yet whether this is going to be a disaster, impressive, or an impressive disaster. Mick's trying to find a cue in Ray's confidence to tell him which he can expect. ]

[billionerd]

[ He will 100% blow something up the first time. Subsequent attempts will go better. ]

I really miss the internet. [ He glances at Mick's soup. ] Are you done, I need to tell you something.

[charbroil]

Just needs to come to a boil so it can simmer.

[ Mick raps the spoon on the edge of the pot, perhaps a tinge chagrined. He technically wasn't supposed to still be stirring it but it was somewhat pacifying.

Now Ray seems to be asking for his full attention and the pyro gives it to him, crossing his arms over his chest. The soup spoon still sticks out under the crook of an elbow in one of his fists. ]

What's up?

[ It never seems like Palmer brings him any good news, so he's clearly armoring himself up. ]

[billionerd]

Okay so... you know months ago when you first came in and Len's arm was broken?

[ He finds a place to sit because this is probably a conversation best had while sitting. ]

And then you tried to scare me into telling you and I didn't? I'm telling you now. If you still wanna hear it.

[charbroil]

[ The older man doesn't seem to agree; the only movement he makes is to turn and face Ray wherever he sits while Mick himself remains on his feet.

It's not hard to tell that his focus narrows when the other man announces their topic of discussion today. He hasn't forgotten; it's never been too far from his mind whenever he sees Snart talking with the other on his own or when Mick leaves them alone. It's one secret they've both refused to tell him and it's hard not to imagine there are others.

If he thought he'd moved past it, he corrects himself when he feels a surge that almost makes him bite the bait. But his eyes narrow, head twisting to look at Ray sidelong. ]

Why?

[billionerd]

[ Ray rubs the back of his neck, visibly uneasy. He keeps his eyes on Mick and shrugs a little. ]

Because the person responsible is gone, but a different version of them showed up and this new person doesn't know anything about it, obviously. [ He takes a deep breath before continuing. ] And they asked for food and shelter and Leonard's understandably angry about it, so he told me to tell you the whole story so you'd decide if it's cool to help this person.

[ Honesty is always the best approach, right? ]

[charbroil]

[ Mick isn't anticipating the scoff that falls out of him, but once it's out, he owns it. Wry amusement plays over his features in the form of a grimace. ]

You didn't think maybe that was just another way to say "no"?

[billionerd]

[ Ray can't help smiling at him. ]

When Len wants to say no he's very clear about it. He's annoyed and wanted to see what I'd do.

[charbroil]

He doesn't hit what he doesn't have to. Every single one of those little digits is worth six figures.

[ Mick passes his free hand through the air, wiggling his gloved fingers in a way that's almost mystic. ]

And he knows if he tells you to kiss his ass, that's not going to stop you.

[ He turns to twist the heat down to low on the soup, as the unwatched pot has nearly come to a roiling boil. The way he looks at Ray as he picks up the lid and wafts some of the steam from it into his own face is nothing less than suggestive. Just because he doesn't always act on his compulsions doesn't mean Mick doesn't have them, doesn't fantasize about what would happen if he chose the worst possible course of action next.

The lid clanks a little as he fits it on top of the pot. ]

Talk.