After the adventure in the 70's, Mick wandered down to the weapons room to tune up the Heat Gun. He found Leonard already there.
"Great minds think alike," Leonard drawled.
Mick grunted in reply and began to clean the gun.
"Nice thing about bein' on a spaceship is the future stuff to fix the gun," Mick said.
Leonard chose not to correct him about spaceship vs. timeship.
"Weird day today, eh?" Mick asked.
"Yeah, you could say that."
"Never seen a chick kick some ass like that. Not even your sister."
Leonard gave no reply.
But Mick wasn't having it. "I mean, she took on like 4 guys before she needed a little help. Not that I minded. Felt good to bust some heads."
Leonard remained quiet, just cleaning the Cold Gun.
"Boss, we gonna ignore the fact that Blondie's hot?"
"Yes, Mick, we are."
"And why is that?"
"Because we aren't here to hook up."
"I know that. I'm just here to light things on fire and steal cool shit. If we happen to take down this crazy guy, that's great too. But I think I saw more than that today."
Leonard only raised an eyebrow as a reply.
"Come on, Snart. I saw how you looked at her. And I saw the look you gave me about her. You think she's hot."
Leonard went back to the weapon, avoiding eye contact. "Of course she's hot, Mick. Anyone can see that."
"Well, I'm just thinking that maybe you could talk to her."
"About what?"
"I dunno. You both killed a lot of people."
"Yes, Mick, that's the conversation everyone wants to have. 'So, what's your death count? Pass the salt, please.' I feel like maybe she's above that."
And then it hit Mick. For once in his life, the boss felt he wasn't worthy of someone.
Mick put the Heat Gun down. "Ok, fine. So you don't talk about that. Maybe if you actually do talk, you find other things you're both interested in. She obviously saw something in you since she asked you to dance. And I saw the eyes she made at you."
"Since when are you the Cupid in my love life?"
"No such thing as your love life. Seriously, when's the last time you got laid?"
"I'm going to ignore that highly inappropriate question…"
"That long, huh?"
"Shut up, Mick. Really, why are you so interested?"
"I just think it would do you some good to let loose for once. Maybe get the stick out of your ass."
"I don't have time for relationships."
"So have a fling."
Leonard rolled his eyes. "How old are you? I'm not wasting my time on flings either."
"Your old man really did a number on you, didn't he?"
The look Leonard gave him was answer enough.
Mick sighed. "Look, I know Hadley Avenue wasn't kind to any of us. But it's time to move past it."
Leonard slammed down the Cold Gun. "Listen, Mick. I know exactly what Hadley Avenue did to me, and to you, and to Lisa. It made us broken. It made us cold. It made us the kind of person that no one needs around. I know what Sara was, but I can already tell that she's not that person anymore. And what would I offer her? More trouble? More crime? More death? Yeah, that's appealing."
Mick tried to interrupt. "Boss, I ain't sayin' marry her—"
"You're damn right you're not. No one deserves this. I'm probably just like Lewis and I wouldn't wish that on anyone. This curse of a family will die with me. Now, if you have anything else to say on the matter, here's my answer."
A cold glare and a middle finger told Mick that the conversation was over.
"Fine. Keep being a dick about it," Mick muttered as he picked up the Heat Gun and began to leave. He turned back to see exactly what Leonard said, a broken man. But he honestly felt that maybe Blondie could fix that. He couldn't explain why, seeing as how he didn't know a damn thing about feelings. But he knew there could (and likely would) be more to those two later.
He'd keep an eye on things for sure.