The only thing that could streamline Snart's attention aside from valuables and Mick was Lisa. He'd lied to Jax when the kid asked him if he cared about anything other than himself. He'd said money, because it was easier and smarter than admitting the truth. Lisa and Mick were his weaknesses. Chronos knew it and used it. So, of course, Mick would know that that was one of the first things to update him on.

"...and you're still playing musical chairs with timelines?" He was impressed. He was also dizzy and plagued with far too much stimuli. Leonard canted his head, lifting an eyebrow after the information sunk in. "A year?" He was shredded and dispersed throughout time for nearly a year?

"Mick," Leonard's tone wasn't biting, but it wasn't as aloof as usual. "thanks for looking after Lisa. You know what that means to me." He wouldn't admit that maybe he needed the contact too, but just this once.

"Do we still have a room, or did you move in with Raymond? Because I think I need somewhere to sit that isn't going to end up infested with people asking too many questions." He couldn't hide forever, but he couldn't put up with it all right now. He just wanted to be alone with his partner while he tried to put his thoughts back together.