[closed] Oh sister when I come to knock on your door, don't turn away you'll create sorrow

[catchacold]

Who: Leonard & Lisa Snart
Where: Lisa's Room
When: 2/2
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore
You may not see me tomorrow.
The Story:

This wasn't a pain he ever thought he'd feel. As unprepared as he was for living through everything that went wrong between Mick and him twice, now this. But he had to tell her. It wasn't his place to tell, but how could he let anyone else?

Leonard had tried and failed all her life to keep Lisa's heart from being broken.

Now he would have to fail at it once more. He didn't knock, he simply opened the door, but before he walked in further he still waited, barely inside.

"Lis?"

His voice was free of the affectation laid on by his super-villain act. Just himself, the way she had known him from when she was little. Just waiting for her to let him in.

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[catchacold]

"I believe so." He hoped so, but there was no need to clarify that. He could sound a little more certain than he was for Lisa's sake, hardly much of a sacrifice. "But if that happens, I'll deal with him. I know how to talk to him. Besides, he's never wanted me dead."

Just suffering. Which was worse in every way, given it meant threatening Lisa, but there was no reason to get into that now. Instead he breathed out slowly and met Lisa's eyes. "Think telling you might've been the worst thing I've ever had to do." It was still the worst. This wasn't over and his fingers combed through her hair slowly. "But I'm glad to see you."

[prettyntoxic]

The assurance, even if it wasn't completely inspiring, did help. She seemed to relax even further when he said Mick didn't want him dead. Of course he didn't, this was Mick, after all. Even if he was broken. Mick and Len were forever, right? She'd believe that to her dying breath. Which worked in Leonard's favour, keeping her from questioning it further.

"I'm sorry." It was sincere and quiet. Telling her was the hardest thing he had to do and learning it was the hardest thing she'd ever have to do. She had no right to mope over it when it was Leonard who lost his life. He was the one who needed the comfort...

Lisa wrapped her arm around him and hugged him again, leaning her head against him. "I'm glad to see you too. And thank you for telling me. I'm so, so sorry, Lenny. I know that doesn't fix anything, but... I just... I am."

"I think all three of us really just need to hit the bar for a drink in the near future." Or thirty. Could you actually die of alcohol poisoning here?

GO TO BED

[catchacold]

"I'm fine, Lis. Ironically, I just gotta live with it." Not something that people usually had to do with their own deaths, but in this place Leonard knew that he was far from the only one. He wished he could say something to offer more comfort, but he had never been all that good at that part, at least in his own esteem. So all he could do is hold her, fingers buried in her hair gently massaging her scalp as he kept her close against him. "Sounds like a plan. Mick tends to be at least a few drinks ahead of everyone these days."

Which was a worry for another day, but what was he supposed to do? Tell him not to drown his sorrows in alcohol and food? Whatever coping method worked.

[prettyntoxic]

"That's a terrible joke." She muttered, emotionally drained. Right now, she could damn near fall asleep against him like she used to when she was little. The touch was familiar and soothing, Leonard was a safe presence--the safest presence she knew--and she was exhausted. So, if her eyes droop a little bit, forgive her.

To Lisa, they were always the prefect little family. They didn't need anyone else. They never had. Lisa, Len, and Mick were a very dynamic trio in and of themselves. But right now, they were so very broken. Mick, angry and hurt. Lisa, utterly gutted. And Leonard, watching the two people he cared about fall apart.

"Then we'll just have to catch up to him when we go."