"They don't give marriage licences to convicts." Weird piece of trivia to know, but Hartley just shrugged and smiled. "That's still the only proposal I've ever gotten, so you are my romantic lead." What a life he'd had. Well, there was worse. There was definitely worse. At least he wasn't the one locked up in prison. Who knew, given the path he'd gone down on, given the way Barry kept looking at him ever since the time wraiths, maybe in another life, he would have ended up just like that or worse. "I wish the rogues had really taken off. Seems as if they should have."
"We could still make it happen. Sometimes Lisa hits me up sometimes with ideas but ... I mean I'm usually unable. They take my phone or I get dragged back in." He did miss the rogues, the one or two times they hung out was the closest thing he'd ever had to friends. He know they all found him annoying but it wasn't harsh annoyance, it was fun. Like siblings. Like family.
"I don't know how much of that he planned. Or Mick." It was so strange to think about. Hartley shook his head and shrugged. "I'd have probably had to tap out anyway. I'm not really down for crime. I thought I'd join the good side instead, but it turns out that they don't really have a need for me. Best to do my own thing and take pictures of my rats for you. How does your wall look now, still decorated with the rats?"
"Snart kinda was the good side, though. Let's face it, he's all about robbing the rich and giving back, keeping a little sum for us and playing with the Flash. That was fun." To Axel, in this state of mind, it wasn't enough but it had been once. They'd all had a lot of fun playing around but it never really took off. Which is funny, it was kind of what Hartley was looking for once.
Now he was way more goodie, goodie. "My wall looks great. I love my ratties! I tell everyone about them. No one cares but I do."
"I know. I hear rumours that Snart went out a hero." It wasn't really that hard to imagine. They had all been people broken for various reasons and looking for what to do to have a place in the world and he supposed Leonard Snart had found it, for better or worse. Hard to complain about that. "I took some more pictures, I put them with your sweets. You'll have so many rat pictures to choose from." It wasn't as if he had anyone else to share them with, given that they didn't tend to be a good ice-breaker.
"Thanks. It makes my room feel like I have guests." He talked to the rats sometimes, imagined hanging out with Hartley, holding the rats and just hanging out. He hated to be alone and this place, it gave him that feeling. He had to get out soon, he knew he had to. He wanted to be in the real world again, to live and breathe fresh air, to touch.
He wished he could touch Hartley. He reached out and touched the glass-- ew, it was sticky. "Come back again real soon, yeah?"
Hartley didn't even think about it first, he just lifted his hand and touched the glass. Ew. Definitely sticky, he'd have to wash his hand as soon as possible. But for now he just looked at Axel and focused on how glad he was that he could give him some measure of comfort. He might not be a good person, but he wasn't entirely bad either. The world wasn't so black and white. "I'll definitely come back soon. I like having someone to visit."
"I like having visitors. Or ... visitor." Axel smiled and shifted in his seat, eyeing the glass tentatively. "Bring me a comic." Hopefully Hartley could pull this off, he'd love some reading material made for his own age range. Or mental age range. "And maybe we can talk about ... other stuff, you know, down the line. If I wanna." And by other stuff, he means meds. In a roundabout way. Maybe... Maybe for Hartley. Maybe.
"I'll bring you comics," Hartley promised, "Jughead, I remember." And anything else he could get them to give Axel and that seemed like Axel would like it. He'd just have to ask at the comic book shop. Or maybe even ask Cisco. Actually, that was a fun thought. He would definitely have to do that.
"Maybe other stuff." Whatever Axel meant by that. He didn't want to pin his hopes on that. "Take care, Axel. Enjoy the pop rocks."
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"When Snart left, he kinda screwed us, huh?"
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Now he was way more goodie, goodie. "My wall looks great. I love my ratties! I tell everyone about them. No one cares but I do."
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He wished he could touch Hartley. He reached out and touched the glass-- ew, it was sticky. "Come back again real soon, yeah?"
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"Maybe other stuff." Whatever Axel meant by that. He didn't want to pin his hopes on that. "Take care, Axel. Enjoy the pop rocks."