Under the table, Cisco's foot bounces with the nervous energy he doesn't know what to do with or about. This is... not a conversation he would have expected to be having in a million years, with Mick Rory of all people to boot.

"Every day?" He asks curiously. "Is there-- is there a pattern of when he shows up or is it random?" Cisco tries to keep his voice neutral, he's asking for facts about something heavily emotional, but facts get answers and maybe if he gets enough he can...figure something out. The last bit of Mick's answer pulls at something in his chest and what he's asking next doesn't make that sensation ease up any. "Do you? Want that."