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The air inside the Waverider’s library was thick with the smell of ozone and sweat. The mission to 1970s London had been a disaster, leaving the team bruised and snapping at each other. Nate leaned against the central console, rubbing a hand over his face. Across the room, Leonard Snart methodically cleaned his cold gun, his face an unreadable mask of ice.
"Leonard. We need to talk," Nate sighed.
"It been a week since I asked you to officially move into my quarters. Every time I bring it up, you freeze me out." Leonard set his weapon down, turning cold blue eyes toward Nate.
"Because I don't want to move in with you. I don't do playing house in a shared bunk, and I don't do whatever cozy couple fantasy you're planning in that head of yours."
"It's not a fantasy, it's a relationship!" Nate shouted, stepping into Leonard's space.
"But you’re too terrified to let anyone close. You hide behind that gun because you're a coward!"
"I am a survivor!" Leonard snarled, his composure shattering. Cornered by the weight of Nate's affection, Leonard struck out with the harshest truth he’d been harboring.
"This is why your father distanced himself from you—because you're too damn emotional! " The bridge went agonizingly silent. Nate reeled back as if struck. The mention of his father’s rejection cut straight to his soul. Leonard didn't regret the sentiment—he’d meant every word—but looking at the utter devastation on Nate's face, he regretted the harshness of the delivery. He forced his icy mask back into place as Nate turned on his heel and walked out without a word.
