Struggling to move on..

[bringstheheat]

Grief counseling was a ridiculous idea. Even back in juvie Mick had just stared down the overworked counselors, the ones that tried to reach him before writing him off as a pyromaniac and a brute.

But Mick is seeing his dead partner everywhere and if he doesn't figure something out soon he's going to break. All he's been doing is marking time since the Oculus, since he woke up to find out that his partner (his lover, his whole everfucking world) was dead. He'd left him behind and Mick didn't even get a chance to say goodbye.

Sara is worried that he's suicidal, a thought he openly scoffs at.

He'd made a promise to Snart a long time ago that he wouldn't take that way out and dead partner or no, it's a promise he means to keep.

So he hangs back, he doesn't say much or look around until the kid walks in. Ramon. Part of the team that Flash had assembled to stop the Dominators. Huh. Small world, right?

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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.

He does have access to a time ship though..

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"I don't know," he admits, fumbling for all the honesty in that statement. He has no clue where to even start in figuring all this out, but if he is out there, stuck somewhere in some weird inbetween space, they'd have to be able to find him...right? "But I can try to figure something out." He pauses staring at this hands on the tabletop, fidgeting a little, frown creasing across his forehead as he looks up at Mick again. "Can I even contact you, when you're out there? If I found something, I mean...can I even let you know?"

He smiles, small and edging a little more toward a smirk than a genuine smile. "I'll keep that in mind." He knows it's awkward for Mick to even offer something like that, and he appreciates it for all it's worth, whether he ever follows him up on it or not.

[bringstheheat]

"Sure. Can modify a signal to reach into the temporal zone." Something Chronos had learned with the Time Masters - modifying communications devices in the event of his own equipment failing. "Give you a line right into Gideon."

As much as Mick wants to hold on to hope, to think that maybe Ramon can figure out what he hadn't been able to, he won't. He can't. And Ramon was at least honest enough to say he'll keep it in mind rather than dismissing the thought that Mick could honestly help him.

If Cisco calls, Mick will come. Whether it's word about Snart or he needs something. The rest of the team can wait.

[thisismadfreaky]

"Perfect," He doesn't even bother asking how Mick knows how to do something like that. Snart may have been, by all accounts, the "brains" of the operation between the two of them, but Mick is hardly an idiot. "Then I'll look into it, see if I can figure anything out, and...if I do, I'll give you call." He'd be the first to know.

"Do you have anything of his...that you could leave here with me?" The question feels sharp and touchy to even ask, but if he could vibe something from one of Leonard's belongings, it may go a long way into getting answers.

He refuses to give him false hope, because it could all lead to nothing in the end. So, he's honest in his intentions-- that he'll try-- but he doesn't insult him by promising anything he can't be relatively sure he can achieve.

But for Mick's sake? He kind of hopes he can.

[bringstheheat]

"Can have something made up and modified by tomorrow," he confirms with a nod. It won't take him long once he gets back to the Waverider and his equipment. "Bring it by STAR Labs before we take off."

The second question has Mick's eyes snapping up from the table to regard Cisco curiously for a moment. He's not the type to ask for things without reason. "Cold gun's gone. But yeah. I got some things."

After a moment he draws in a breath, pulling a silver chain from around his neck. Hanging from the chain was a small, silver ring. "You can use this. Just.. make sure I get it back."

From his silent post at the other table, Leonard sits up suddenly, watching Mick hand over the ring.

"He left that with me. Right before the end."

[thisismadfreaky]

"Sounds good." He nods a little. At least it'll give him a direct line to Mick if anything comes up.

That snap up in his direction has Cisco's shoulders stiffening a little. That gaze is a little more reminiscent of what he's come to know and expect from Mick in the past, but it eases the slightest bit. He watches curiously as Mick tugs a chain with a silver ring hanging on the end of it from around his neck.

Okay, he doesn't know a ton about Mick and Leonard's history, but there's little that says that's not one of the literal most important pieces of what Mick's got left.

He takes the necklace carefully and studies it curiously for a moment before looking back at Mick. "You will. That I can promise." He won't let anything happen to it.

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Mick doesn't mind when Cisco goes stiff. He's been a criminal for most of his life and the kid would be crazy to completely let down his guard this soon, no matter what progress they'd made.

The ring, apart from a pair of jackets back on the ship, is all that he has left of his partner. As a rule Len traveled and lived lightly - anything that couldn't be stowed in a go bag was discarded or left behind. Things of sentimental value were never kept. Except for that ring.

"I trust you with it." With both the ring, and his promise. Ramon wasn't just telling him what he wanted to hear - if he said he'd look into it, he would.

[thisismadfreaky]

Cisco is more than little shocked to hear that. Because what reason does he have to extend that trust to him, really? And because something that big was definitely not handed out so easily by a guy like Mick.

"I won't make you regret that." That much he could be certain of. One way or another, he'd figure something out, find some way to give Mick an answer and gain some closure.

[bringstheheat]

The reason was simple. Ramon had every reason to hate him, to mistrust him for what he'd been a part of when he and Snart had kidnapped him and his brother. But he didn't. He listened to him. Looked at him like he was a human. He didn't snort at his pain or wonder if that was something he'd even be capable of.

Besides. If he was at a grief counseling group, Cisco knew something about loss.

"I know you won't."