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bringstheheatThere's an odd lightness in Mick's chest when he wakes. A feeling of contentment.
Mick Rory is happy.
It's not a feeling he has ever been used to.
Because something always came to take it away. Shatter it. Burn it to ash.
Monsters like him don't get happy endings.
But damn if he isn't going to hold on to it for as long as he can.
He's still oddly at war with himself as he showers, dresses and heads off in search of Sara. Mick swore to himself he would be up front with her. Honest.
So it's time to talk about last night.
About Leonard warm and secure in his arms.
Mick Rory is happy.
It's not a feeling he has ever been used to.
Because something always came to take it away. Shatter it. Burn it to ash.
Monsters like him don't get happy endings.
But damn if he isn't going to hold on to it for as long as he can.
He's still oddly at war with himself as he showers, dresses and heads off in search of Sara. Mick swore to himself he would be up front with her. Honest.
So it's time to talk about last night.
About Leonard warm and secure in his arms.
