Merry Christmas. Or something.

[bringstheheat]

Mick isn't sure when it happened, to be quite honest. The number of friends could be counted on one hand, but recently that number had grown by one. Cisco Ramon. One of the brains of Team Flash and while Mick wasn't a fan of the kid in the suit, he'd grown to like Ramon. He treated him normally. Talked to him like he was a human being with thoughts and emotions and it's a true testament to how fucked his life is that something like that isn't the norm.

Whatever. Mick doesn't care.

The point was, Cisco had become his friend and friends did things for one another, right?

Which is why on Christmas Eve, Mick is dragging a struggling, swearing and slightly terrified figure by the scruff up to an apartment door before hammering on it with his free fist. "Quit squirming or I swear I'm gonna knock you out again."

He'd done the calculations, used Gideon to confirm everything before stealing the jump ship to bring Cisco what he hoped was a decent thank you.

".. hijo de puta! Put me down!"

Huff. Mick simply bangs harder on the door. Cisco had better hurry up.

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[thisismadfreaky]

He untangles himself from his brother and ushers him inside, with a promise to be right behind him in a few minutes. He tugs the door shut behind him as he steps out into the hallway, still gutted for everything that had happened, that had changed in the last five minutes.

He tries to find his words again, but for once he's at a total loss except, "I know you're not hugger, but--" And he breaks the unspoken 'don't touch me' agreement and pulls Mick into one anyway, tight and clinging and desperate for a moment. "Thank you." he whispers as he pulls away, still the picture of shell-shock.

[bringstheheat]

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."

[thisismadfreaky]

He chuckles softly at the theft comment, but he nods at the push to go inside because he can't deny that he wants--needs--to talk to Dante about so many things right now.

"Yeah, yeah, I-- I should..." he nods a little. "I'll see you around." He'll be back, whenever there's a break in fixing timelines or something. And maybe by then, Cisco will have found a way to repay him for this, for making Cisco's world right again.