Snart isn't saying anything this time. No snarky remarks about Ramon or Team Flash. He's just.. watching. Waiting for something.
Mick tears his attention back to Cisco as he talks, careful not to give him too much hope and he appreciates that care. "So how do we find out for sure? I've got a ship but it ain't like we can just go cruising through the time stream and hope we hit on something."
He's been a lot of things in his life. The middle and often ignored child, arsonist, killer, criminal and later a temporal bounty hunter and quasi-legend. But Mick has never been a planner. Snart had always been the one with the plan. Even with the knowledge that something might be out there - he isn't certain where to start.
And then there's Cisco. Reaching out when he didn't have to, offering to help even though his presence at a grief counseling group is a pretty clear indication he's struggling with something on his own.
"You know, I ain't good at this," he says slowly, eyes on his coffee. "Sharing has never been something I'm good at. But if I can help, or just kick the hell outta someone.."
Not that he expects Cisco to take him up on it, to either cry on his shoulder (dear Christ he hopes he won't) or point him at someone to beat up, even though it'd feel good.
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Mick tears his attention back to Cisco as he talks, careful not to give him too much hope and he appreciates that care. "So how do we find out for sure? I've got a ship but it ain't like we can just go cruising through the time stream and hope we hit on something."
He's been a lot of things in his life. The middle and often ignored child, arsonist, killer, criminal and later a temporal bounty hunter and quasi-legend. But Mick has never been a planner. Snart had always been the one with the plan. Even with the knowledge that something might be out there - he isn't certain where to start.
And then there's Cisco. Reaching out when he didn't have to, offering to help even though his presence at a grief counseling group is a pretty clear indication he's struggling with something on his own.
"You know, I ain't good at this," he says slowly, eyes on his coffee. "Sharing has never been something I'm good at. But if I can help, or just kick the hell outta someone.."
Not that he expects Cisco to take him up on it, to either cry on his shoulder (dear Christ he hopes he won't) or point him at someone to beat up, even though it'd feel good.
He does have access to a time ship though..