Okay but like. LISA&LEN + PROTECTIVENESS give me all the Snart Sibling feels
Len was seated cross-legged on the floor, cup of cheap applesauce in his hand and a spoon in the other, looking narrow-eyed at his opponent. Lisa stared back, toddler eyes equally narrow and suspicious, pudgy little hands clenched into fists. He very carefully reached out with the spoon – her lips tightened angrily – then very obviously bit his lip, shook his head, gave a little sigh, and slowly redirected the spoon towards his own mouth. Lisa’s eyes widened in surprise and she immediately began to reach for the spoon, fury and indignation in every line as she waved her hands at him.
There was a crash by the door. Len’s shoulders drew back immediately, his spine straightening as he strained his ears to hear what was coming. When he heard voices he flinched, his whole body curling in a little in fearful instinct, his hands lifting as if to ward off an invisible blow. His eyes darted to Lisa and he scrambled to his feet, reaching out both arms to scoop up the toddler.
43 seconds till they entered the kitchen and saw them.
He darted over to the closet off the laundry room, closing the door loosely behind him, depositing Lisa in a pile of clean sheets he hadn’t had time to put away yet. She cooed a little, exhilarated by the quick movement; he fell to his knees and pulled her into his lap, crawling as far as he could into the small space under the shelves. He was getting too big for this spot.
Len put his back to the door, though he winced at every unseen whisper of noise behind him. He slid his hand over Lisa’s mouth and hunched over her, pressing his lips to her hair and waiting as the noises persisted. Voices. More than one voice. His eyes flickered back to the door fearfully, then back to Lisa, and again.
Lisa tugged at his hand and giggled a little, the noise effectively muted by his hand, reaching for the applesauce still in his other hand.
Len twisted himself sideways, pulled his legs up so that Lisa was nestled right between his knees and his stomach and chest. He gave her a mock-stern look and took a spoonful of the applesauce, the first scoop having fallen on the kitchen floor in his hurry. He offered it to her.
She turned her face away.
Len sighed inaudibly, smiling a little, fondness and exasperation both, and shook his head.