Cisco watches the way he fidgets and, dammit if that isn't painfully familiar behavior however small and insignificant it might be. That answer doesn't make him feel like he can turn any further away from the idea that maybe it's just in Mick's head, unfortunately, but Cisco's nothing if not an odd well of hope for all his skepticism and cynicism, so he won't let go of it yet. "The things he says... is it stuff he'd really say? Or-- maybe more like things you'd wanna hear him say?"

That answer is enough to make Cisco freeze completely, bouncing foot included. It's something that hits, hard. It's easy to cast a guy like Mick off as some emotionless brute, and maybe once Cisco might have, but this...kind of makes him think that notion couldn't possibly be more wrong. He's quiet for a long time, staring down at his own fingers twisting together because he doesn't even know what to say. All of the platitudes in the world wouldn't make that feeling go away.

A frown twitches across his forehead and he looks up again, "Is it-- do you...blame yourself for it? Are you losing the will to fight it because...you think you deserve it?" Cisco still doesn't even actually know what happened, the circumstances around Snart's death weren't details he felt okay asking about.