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.

"My brother."