Snart was leaning against the wall when Sara exited the medbay.
"How's your arm?" he asked quietly.
"Gideon says it'll be fine. Won't even leave a scar…not like that matters."
He reached out and caught her hand. "It matters to me. I'm sorry."
"Not your fault."
"Yeah, it is."
Sara tugged lightly on Len's hand, pulling him closer. "You are not his keeper."
"But I am. We all know he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer. He took care of me all those years ago, and I've been taking care of him ever since."
"Mick is a grown person, and he makes his own decisions. This is all on him."
"He burned you."
"Not as bad as he burned you, I think."