Sara spent the majority of the time that she was sick slipping in and out of consciousness, regardless of if someone was in the room with her or not. Normally she could sleep just fine with someone in the room with her, but she could never sleep through her door opening and closing. It happened a few times while she was sick, though, where she would fall asleep and wake up later to find some indication that Leonard or someone else had been in her room (usually in the form of a new water bottle on her nightstand). She wrote it off as part of the virus, her body too tired to care about a potential threat entering her bedroom when her mind knew it was a friend. Once she recovered, her senses returned to normal and everything from a blaring alarm to Axel scurrying through the air ducts woke her.

So when she awoke one morning, weeks after she had recovered from the fever, to find Leonard Snart sprawled out on her floor with his wadded up jacket serving as a pillow, she was very confused.

"Len?" She asked, propping herself up on her elbow and knitting her eyebrows together.

"Hm?" He hummed in reply, his eyes remaining closed, but he was clearly awake.

Sara hesitated for a moment, chewing on her lip as she struggled to understand how it was possible that she had slept though Leonard entering her room in the middle of the night, and if she was ok with it. "Have you been in here all night?"

"Half," he replied before he finally opened his eyes and sat up with a grunt. "Amaya knocked on our door last night, she and Mick promised I could stay and that they weren't doing anything, but…"

Sara nodded; he didn't need to continue. A lot had changed during the time they spent in LA, and they were all just getting used to being back to traveling around. One of the biggest changes was Leonard, in that they had found him. Apparently when the Oculus blew he didn't die, but was catapulted throughout the time stream, until they broke it and it spit him out in LA along with everything else that had ever been swallowed in a time storm or explosion of any kind. The second change was Nate and Amaya, whose romantic relationship turned out to be not the best idea and they broke up not long before they finished fixing everything. Now Len was bunking with Mick, who Amaya was spending an increasing amount of time with since the break up. It was now bordering on the point where the rest of the crew was fairly certain the two aren't together, and aren't sleeping together, but should be. So Sara knew that Len very well could've stayed in his room last night but didn't solely to give his friend and Amaya the hint.

Besides, being alone with them could often feel like being a third wheel.

"I didn't mean to bother you," he went on, "My first thought was to go to the library, but Heywood was in there with his music again. After that I tried the bridge but the music was still a problem." Sara nodded again in understanding, Nate has gotten much better about keeping his music down after midnight, but it's still loud enough that no normal human being would be able to so much as hear themselves think anywhere within ten of it. "So then I tried the galley, stayed there for about an hour, until Raymond decided to drop in for a late night snack. He offered to let me bunk with him," he stopped, sparing her a sideways glance. "You can imagine how that went."

Sara couldn't help it when her lips curled up on one side in an amused half smile.

"Well you ended up here," she observed and he nodded.

"Told him I was simply killing a few minutes waiting for you to change, that you said I could sleep on your floor." This time the glance he gave her was apologetic, "I didn't mean to," he promised, "I just needed him off my back and that was the first thing I could think to tell him."

"I'm just surprised he didn't offer to share his bed," she teased and the way that he rolled his eyes only made her laugh fully.

"I left before he could have the chance," He defended and Sara laughed even harder. He smirked at that, even if her joy was at his expense. "Since the hall from the galley leads straight to the barracks, I had to come here. I figured I'd slip in, you'd wake up, and I'd stay for ten minutes until Raymond was gone."

There was a sad undercut in his tone, because out of the many things that had changed in the past four months since they broke time, one of the things that hadn't changed was them.

When they first found him they were being attacked by raptors, and the ship was falling apart at the seams. Not to mention a gang of bandits, yes bandits, raided the ship that same night. There was too much going on for there to be time for a discussion about me and you or the kiss at the Oculus. Things just had to fall into place as quickly as possible, and the easiest way to do that is to put things in their old places. He and Mick picked up their partnership as though they had never been separated, and Sara's friendship with him followed suit. Things didn't have time to change, and now that they had time, they didn't seem to know how to make things change.

"So much for your assassin training," He quipped, bringing Sara back to reality and the, possible, problem at hand.

"I honestly have no idea how you didn't wake me," she told him, and it was true. Even if he was careful, his mere presence in her room should've been enough to rouse her.

"Me either, even when you were sick you'd roll over or flinch or something whenever I came in." He mused and his eyes showed that he was just the tiniest bit worried about this.

In truth, Sara was a little worried too. Not for the reasons she assumed he was, as he probably took this as a possible sign of the fever being back or something else physically wrong with her. She, however, knew better than that. She wasn't sure how she felt about it, or what it might mean, so she pushed her worry aside and gave a teasing, closed mouth smile.

"Maybe I'm just getting used to you," she taunted and suddenly Leonard looked very uncomfortable.

"Maybe," he said quietly, getting himself to his feet and now looking down at her. He thought about saying something else, some kind of remark to remind her of what an asshole he is for telling her he wanted a future with her only to go and die, but he didn't. He didn't have it in him to remind her of that, to break his own heart.

So he turned and left her sitting there without a word.