IC Inbox - Entranceway

[directed]

Obviously I'm not here right now, but leave a message and I'll--listen to it. Eventually.

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[boilover]

I guess I gotta talk to Snart.

[That was his only option but, understandably, he was stalling. He didn't know how to deal with it and he didn't want to go out there and deal with it. This was Leonard Snart. He might have been mad at him and he might hate him right now but he was his best friend. For almost thirty years now, on and off, though more on than anything, they were together. And then, just like that, one job goes wrong.

And he's gone. Forever.

It's not going to be easy but he know he has to find out, he has to know. What else could he do? Rip and Ray weren't the answers here. He needed Leonard.]

You're not very helpful, you know? Just. In general. You mostly kind of suck.

[directed]

[Understandable or otherwise, in Rip's eyes it also remains inevitable. Beyond that, he suspects Leonard would hardly appreciate Rip attempting to argue his case to Mick, rather than allowing Leonard to do so himself.

On the plus side, he's rather used to such brands of insults. When Mick spits out his rather blatant observation, Rip considers it with a shrug.]

Perhaps so. [But as Mick has realized, Rip simply cannot provide what he is after.]

Good luck, Mr. Rory.