The thing is, Cisco doesn't need to say anything. Mick can read it in his expression, in the way his fists had twisted into his brother's shirt before getting him into his apartment. Cisco needed Dante back, so Mick made it happen for him.
"No, I'm.." and of course he goes and does it anyway. It figures. Mick tries not to go too stiff, even bringing up his arms to give him a slightly awkward pat before he pulls away.
There might even be the slightest trace of something warm in his expression. Cisco had listened to him when no one else would. "Figured I'd steal you something good for the holiday. Go on, get inside and catch up with your brother."
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Date: 2016-12-19 03:55 pm (UTC)"No, I'm.." and of course he goes and does it anyway. It figures. Mick tries not to go too stiff, even bringing up his arms to give him a slightly awkward pat before he pulls away.
There might even be the slightest trace of something warm in his expression. Cisco had listened to him when no one else would. "Figured I'd steal you something good for the holiday. Go on, get inside and catch up with your brother."