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Mick Rory

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Mick blinks at Leonard. "I meant in with me...in my yurt." He says because thats what he'd meant. Yeah it might be too soon but he doesn't like it when she leaves he wants her to come back.

"Think she'd agree?"

That has him stopping what he's doing, pausing to look up at his partner. Mick is happy here. Content with Diana. Finding happiness that had been denied him most of his damned life.

A rare and faint smile. "I think she'd be crazy to say no, Mick."

"Ya don't think it's too soon? We only been together a little while. She could still decide I ain't worth it." He says because yeah he's still not used to people seeing that theres more to him than booze and fire.

"A few months back I sat down and talked to Leo. A version of me from another Earth populated by Nazi bastards." Leonard pauses for a moment. "He got married here and I asked him why he did, why he took the chance."

Why take the chance when they could change their minds? Why take it when it could all go wrong? Why take it when someone could be ripped away?

"His answer was a hard one, but he was right. You and me, we never grew up with things like faith." Nothing in their lives was ever kind enough to allow it to develop.

"I put my faith in Nora. Every day. Every time I worry, I put my faith in her." He reaches out, a rare gesture as he squeezes his arm. "Put your faith in her, Mick."

Mick knew Leo. Had fought the Nazi's with him. Had met his now husband and had shared time and space with him on the Waverider for several weeks before the other man had left.

He knew he could be smart...he knew he had grown up in a world full of hatred and devastation and while Mick and his Leonard hadn't had much...they'd at least not had to worry about Nazis.

"Thanks, boss."

"Anytime, partner."

((think we can call it here?))

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