Complicated was an adjective that would likely forever define their relationship. In life, and presumably death. But that was probably inevitable after knowing another person for as long as each of them had. He'd met Mick years before either of them were even legally old enough to drink and neither of them could vote. The only person he'd had in his life longer was Lisa and as a consequence they'd become die hard friends but also on again off again co-dependent. Friends to partners to fuckbudies to lovers to not speaking to everything there and back again. The last thing he'd ever given Mick before he died was a fucking ring. So yes, the very definition of complicated.
But, standing in the bar just doing something as simple as playing pool with old rules Len didn't quite see it that way. He was a dead man walking, that was a fact. So all he really wanted for the people he deemed worth caring about was to see them happy so long as he was around. If that meant Mick just needed him to be his friend and partner in crime? Perfect. I Mick ultimately decided he wanted more? He'd be there for that too. Barry already understood, the same way Len understood if Iris suddenly showed up too.
The terms were perfect, though. Like old, old times and Len felt his smirk sharpen as he brushed past Mick to the otherside of the table to re-assess things now that he knew which set of balls he was aiming to get in pockets. He also came up with a lighter in hand, and flicked it on and off a few times just to prove a point. Mick ought to have known better than to question his stealing. Frankly Len was just glad his pyro partner was carrying the things around again.
"Of course I steal, Mick. Klepto, remember? Besides," he leaned over the table to take a shot, sinking one of the stripes into a corner pocket before he shifted his way around the table for a new angle. "Barry could use an excuse to put on the suit. Gets him all excited. This place is surprisingly dull considering the dinosaurs."
Len shifted again, sinking a second ball into a side pocket but it put him in a poor position for the third shot. Rather than making a half-assed attempt at shooting something in he just used the third shot to place the cue ball in a bad position for Mick's next attempt. Not that he'd put it past Mick to find a shot anyway.
"We're dating, by the way," he cocked his head, studying Mick's reaction carefully. He still couldn't know how Mick'd take it. Len had never actually been with anybody seriously other than Mick in all the time they'd known each other and even then it didn't count the same way if they'd never had the guts to admit they were serious.
"He's very open-minded for a super hero. Open to polyamory. Been through some equally shitty things, too, as it turns out. I don't know where I'd be here without him. I didn't have you or Lisa. Not until now." He shifted his pool cue from hand to hand, maybe a bit of an uneasy gesture. It was hard to say how Mick might react. Him and the Flash. Len didn't want to upset him, after all. He'd done enough of that over the last few months in their timeline. But letting him find out on his own seemed like the worse option.