The bottle is tipped back and Mick savors the smoky burn down his throat. Brother. Lincoln. He screws his eyes shut for a moment. "I remember him."
He passes the bottle to Snart. Alive all those years and Mick never knew it, never even had a goddamn clue. Then he died and somehow his partner found his missing family and that family kept him afloat.
That family died for him. Mick feels vaguely sick.
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Date: 2017-08-04 02:36 am (UTC)He passes the bottle to Snart. Alive all those years and Mick never knew it, never even had a goddamn clue. Then he died and somehow his partner found his missing family and that family kept him afloat.
That family died for him.
Mick feels vaguely sick.
"My brother."