Cisco still feels like he's been punched in the gut as Dante stumbles toward him, probably confused as all hell at the way his little brother is latching onto him like his life depends on it.

"Wh-why?" He's staring at Mick over Dante's shoulder, confused, shell-shocked. He could hardly get his mind wrapped around it at all. Mick, who'd only barely become a friend in the last handful of weeks, month, whatever, had gone out of his way to do something his own supposed best friend wouldn't even do. He hates it, but he can't help the tears that shine too bright in his eyes. "I-- thank you."