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[pyrogue]

If you're looking for Mick Rory, you're getting warmer.

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...it's true, damn it, how romantic

[catchacold]

Yes.

[So apparently Lisa exists in another version as well. That's good. Lisa should always be there. He had the chance to kill his father a lot sooner not long ago, but no. His sister had to be born.]

She knows the other you.

[pyrogue]

In a good or bad way?

[ DOES HE HAVE TO CHANGE HIS NAME AND MOVE STATES. ]

[catchacold]

[The last time Mick, what was left of Mick at the time, mentioned Lisa it had been to threaten to kill her over and over again, but Len supposes he can disregard that.]

Good.

[Wait.]

Don't hit on her.

[pyrogue]

[ He is trying to figure out the best way to say "no offense, but no way in hell." ]

I wasn't planning to.

[catchacold]

[Hey, Mick already hit on Sara, his track record speaks for itself.]

Fine.

Lisa doesn't know. What I told you.

[pyrogue]

[ At first Mick isn't sure exactly what Len means, and stares at the text for a little bit.

Then -- oh. ]

Is this about the thing you told me at the gala? She thinks you're still ok?

[catchacold]

If not, she'd have kicked my ass by now.

[Among other things. Worse things. He doesn't want to see his sister be hurt by him in this way.]

Don't tell her.

[pyrogue]

[ Here is The Thing. There had been something Mick has been avoiding asking, since the question itself would give away the game. "Is your sister still alive?" Lisa has been the elephant in the room since he found out this person was Leonard Snart.

He's decided not to tell him. Now he's in the exact same situation, but from the other side. So the answer is easy. ]

I won't. Trust me, I won't.

[catchacold]

I trust you.

Don't know why, but I don't have a choice anyway.

[pyrogue]

[ This has all reminded Mick that Len sacrificed himself for his version of Mick. It's making this version of Mick take this pretty seriously. ]

Listen… I might not be a Rogue anymore, but we still got each other's backs. Universes be damned.

[catchacold]

[There is no response for a long time, because Len has to convince himself that he doesn't have feelings, especially none about Mick.

It's you and me, Mick.

None whatsoever.]

Thanks.

[pyrogue]

Anytime.