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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[bringstheheat]

The funny thing is, somewhere along the way, just like their friendship, Mick has grown to trust Cisco. It's unexpected but it means something and he nods. If the kid says that there's a chance to get Snart back, Mick believes him.

Not a guarantee, but shit, he'd take it.

"Okay. What do you need me to do?"

[thisismadfreaky]

"Come with me back to the lab. We'll do the rest there." If he could do it without the added push from the machines, he would, but there's no time to be wasting, here. They're very much on the edge of something solid and he wants to get a hard confirmation or denial, here.

So, he doesn't waste any time, instead of driving or walking to the lab, he just opens a breach between his apartment and the lab, right near the tech he needs to push this all through, and drags Mick along with him. "I don't think that's ever gonna stop being cool." He mumbles, shaking his head a bit as he moves around and starts setting up, explaining things as he goes.