Leonard shifts his weight, leaning closer to Mick. Still far from actually touching him, but consciously siding with him even more. It's a clear enough gesture, even without voicing it out loud. He's with Mick.

"I know what the Flash told me and I talked to the guy myself. Saw him on Mick's post. We ain't got any reason to believe his word's worth a damn, Rip. You know that. I'm not saying we go hunt him down, but I'm not about to trust him." His eyes narrow just a bit and he runs his thumb along the tops of his fingers. "Story time, Rip. Tell us what he has on you. Us."

None of what he's heard so far is making him more inclined to be at ease with the situation. If anything, he feels like going after a speedster again. Been a while.