Homecoming - for @cutepoison
May. 20th, 2016 07:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
old_schoolI'll call you tomorrow.
Len should switch off his phone, should stop looking at the damn screen. It was a promise he shouldn't have made but there weren't exactly a laundry list of people he could talk to about what happened to him.
"And I want you to be able to feel like you can ask for it, that you'll be safe or have a place to go when you need it. I'll be here."
Not exactly an offer he'd planned on taking Michael up on, but after the Vanishing Point, Len needed to talk this through with someone. While he could reach out to Mick, Hunter, or anyone else on the Waverider they had bigger issues to deal with. Snart had never anticipated trusting the kid, much less considering him family but here he is, ready to lay everything out on the table.
Falling into time. Dying.
Fuck it. He might have died but he still needs to sleep. Len sets the phone down with far more force than necessary and rolls over with a huff. He can call Michael in the morning.
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The decision doesn't seem any smarter in the morning, but as soon as Len is setting foot back in Central City, he's pulling out his phone to call Michael.
"Think Barry can spare you for an evening?"
Len should switch off his phone, should stop looking at the damn screen. It was a promise he shouldn't have made but there weren't exactly a laundry list of people he could talk to about what happened to him.
"And I want you to be able to feel like you can ask for it, that you'll be safe or have a place to go when you need it. I'll be here."
Not exactly an offer he'd planned on taking Michael up on, but after the Vanishing Point, Len needed to talk this through with someone. While he could reach out to Mick, Hunter, or anyone else on the Waverider they had bigger issues to deal with. Snart had never anticipated trusting the kid, much less considering him family but here he is, ready to lay everything out on the table.
Falling into time. Dying.
Fuck it. He might have died but he still needs to sleep. Len sets the phone down with far more force than necessary and rolls over with a huff. He can call Michael in the morning.
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The decision doesn't seem any smarter in the morning, but as soon as Len is setting foot back in Central City, he's pulling out his phone to call Michael.
"Think Barry can spare you for an evening?"
