No one says a word when they show up for the mission briefing together the next morning. There are a few hidden smiles (Stein, Rip, Ray), a few open smirks (Mick, Jax), a politely blank smile (Heywood) and a look of faint disapproval (Amaya), but their teammates take it in stride. If all goes well, there will be time for joking and a little giving of (good-natured) shit later.
And then they have their missions. They knew their goal. And it's time to go.
Sara, of course, has been waiting for her particular mission for a long, long time.
After they land, she waits for the others to pass her on the way out of the Waverider, then puts her hand on Snart's arm right before they exit. (Rip, who was behind them, ducks back into the ship for something, and she's pretty sure he's done it on purpose, just to give them that moment.)
He turns to look at her, and she closes her eyes at the look in his.
"I have to kill Darhk, Len. I have to. It's what kept me going when…I have to."
He doesn't argue. He doesn't mention what they've been to each other, what they were to each other last night. He just nods.
"I have your back," he tells her, simply.
That's what she needs to hear. She closes her eyes, feels unexpected and uncharacteristic tears well up behind the lids. She starts to turn away, but his hands are on her shoulders, and then he's kissing her, a gentle but intense kiss that somehow conveys every word they haven't—yet-said.
When they separate, they lock gazes for a moment that feels both too long and far, far too short.
"Try not to die, crook," she says finally.
His smile is small, but it's there. "Try not to die, assassin."
