Cisco isn't really sure what he's doing or why he's doing it either, but he's opting to just roll with it instead of questioning it because that probably won't lead anywhere great. "I guess that's true." He frowns a little. He wonders if the rest of Mick's team knows...how much this is affecting him.

Cisco looks sharply up at him when he says that. "What?" There are...so many possibilities running through his mind. And they aren't all 'Mick's jumped off the deep and losing grip on reality', even if that is one of them.

He glances over his shoulder at the group of people, then back at Mick. At the risk of getting hit for it, he has things he'd rather discuss out of earshot of the rest of the group. He ganks the terrible coffee out of Mick's hand and sets it on the table, tugging on his arm and nodding his head towards the door in a silent 'follow me'. "Let's get proper coffee, at least."