Leo was waiting for Sara when she returned to the Waverider. "Where's Jax?" she asked, trying to cover the uneasy feelings that Leo-not-Len stirred.

"Doing something to the engines. It's better for him to be occupied. He was going stir crazy just waiting."

"All right."

"Did you see your father?" he asked carefully.

"I did."

"Good. I understand that on this earth, he's one of the good guys."

"He is," Sara agreed. "I know he is, it's just…"

"After what happened on Earth-X, you needed to reassure yourself. Perfectly understandable."

Sara stopped in the middle of the passageway. "Look, why do you even care?"

"Because I'm a decent human being?" Leo drawled.

Sara winced. 'Decent human being' was nearly as bad as 'hero.' Her Len would never… She shook her head sharply and turned on her heel.

"Sara." His tone was soft and compelling, and she stopped, rather against her better judgment. "I'm glad you saw your dad. Sometimes, it can be difficult to remember that these doppelgangers from other earths are not just duplicates of ourselves. They are separate individuals who have chosen their own paths. They're not just reflections."

"Except that sometimes they are. Felicity was kind and helpful. Mick and burning buildings. Even evil Oliver had some of the same traits."

"I didn't get to spend much time with your Miss Smoak, but she did seem to be a very lovely woman," Leo conceded, "but my Mick didn't set the fire - he was trying to rescue people from it. And I will admit, both Olivers were strong, charismatic leaders who loved fiercely."

Sara just stared. It was an accurate observation, but not one that her Len would ever have voiced.

"So what about…him?"Leo asked softly.

Sara raised an eyebrow at that, and Leo sighed.

"Master thief with an eye for beautiful things? The others have told me a few things."

Sara gave up trying to evade the question. If she were honest with herself, she'd been expecting it, on some level, ever since they met.

"Because I can assure you, I am not a criminal. Not by the measure of any sane society, anyway."

"He didn't make a move without a plan - everything accounted for, plus contingencies," Sara told him thoughtfully.

"Then what was that nonsense Barry was spouting about 'expect the plan to go off the rails, throw away the plan?'"

Sara chuckled ruefully. "He would tell you that was the fault of other people for going off the plan. He didn't like flying by the seat of his pants, but he could be flexible when necessary."

"Ooohhh, flexible. I like that."

Sara couldn't repress a grin. "You have a…a lightness about you that he never did. I expect some of that has to do with your Ray."

"I expect you're right."

Sara studied his face carefully. Leo didn't have the hard edges that Len did, and there was that softness in his expression when he spoke of Ray. "I don't understand you," she finally admitted. "Your world is so dark, and yet, you…"

"When your whole damn world is so dark, you need to make a conscious choice to be a point of light."

Now that was something the Leonard Snart she knew would never, ever say, and the sentiment should have made her scoff, but Leo just sounded so damn sincere.

"There's a difference between your whole world being awful, and having awful things done to you in a world that's otherwise halfway decent," he added softly.

To his surprise, Sara suddenly snorted with laughter. It took her a moment to recover enough to form coherent sentences. "I'm sorry, but are we actually talking about…feelings?"

"Yes, we actually are." He smirked then. "See? I told you I'd get through that crusty exterior."