"You're not asleep, Leonard," Sara murmured, without lifting her head from his chest.
"I'm sorry," Snart replied, his voice equally quiet. "I didn't mean to disturb you." He stroked a hand gently over her arm in apology.
"You didn't. I can always tell…you know that."
"Yeah, I do," he said, pressing his lips to the faint white line at her hairline, all that remained of the day's injuries.
"Are you all right? It's been a rough few days. You should sleep."
"I know. I just can't seem to turn off my thoughts."
"Tell me? Maybe that'll make it go away."
"I was just thinking…Oliver Queen may be the bravest man I've ever met."
"One of them," Sara agreed.
"Not the way you're thinking," he said thoughtfully.
"What do you mean?"
"I am a selfish, greedy, bastard," he said, carefully enunciating each word.
Sara leaned up on one elbow. "Hey…"
"There's always been this voice, in the back of my mind, that said that it was…safe…to love you. Because you can take care of yourself…that if we ever went up against anything bad enough to take you away from me…well, I'd probably already be dead. What does that say about me?"
"That you're human?"
"But Queen…he loves someone who could be taken from him in a heartbeat. I don't know if I could do that."
"Leonard. We all do that. We all love someone we could lose in a heartbeat - and we are all selfish, greedy, bastards. We take whatever happiness we can, for however long we can, because we never know when our time is up. I think you and I know that better than most people. And if you're having this conversation, you are even more tired than you realize. Sleep."