Storybrooke had gone from a real bore to very interesting in a matter of days. Not that it meant Len was any happier to be stuck, but it was a lot better than sitting around trying to figure out what the point of the whole experience it was. He'd had a quality bar fight, and now Barry Allen was in town. Not to mention he was apparently in dealings with a Sith. Whatever was left of the child inside of him was thrilled but the adult in him knew that Barry's caution (and his own) was sound. Pissing off Kylo Ren wasn't on his to do list. Hopefully he'd strictly keep him entertained enough so that he, or someone else, didn't end up like a control panel on the Starkiller base.
Fortunately he didn't have to have that plan figured out just yet. Len hadn't even had a reason to use his gun since he'd showed up, which was really for the best. His charger hadn't been kidnapped with him which meant he was fiddling around with building one from memory on his own. Easier said than done but he was close. He'd need to steal away some more parts, but that could wait. At least he didn't have a roommate who might get overly curious.
Which was why the sound of another voice when he opened the door to his apartment was enough to put him on alert right away. What the hell? He wasn't the type to leave his door unlocked but if this was a case of a thief trying to steal from him, the level of irony was pretty damn epic.
Len's hand immediately went to his weapon and he drew it as he came around the corner, but what he found there almost made him drop it. Not a thief. Definitely not a thief. Much stranger than that.
"Barry." He said it slowly, his expression was somewhere between a frown and a smirk, like he couldn't quite decide if he was annoyed or pleased with the development. It wasn't as if he was too good to look his fill. But the nasty purple bruises sort of distracted from the details he'd normally be paying attention to.
"Want to explain why you're in my apartment?" He had courtesy enough to lower the cold gun, at least.