[His eyes flick over the way his partner is holding himself and Mick knows right away that he's hurt bad. Not dangerously fatal, but he's still in pretty rough shape.
Great.
The little dragon chirps before sneezing a shower of sparks across Mick's jacket. He pats them out almost absently, fishing around in the bag he's carrying for a clean shirt and most of the first aid supplies he's been able to lay hands on. A shrug at the mention of the dragon because he damn near walked out of the store with two of them, but Snart is a fickle asshole on a good day and Mick didn't want to press his luck seeing as they spend most of their time if not together, pretty close to it.]
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Great.
The little dragon chirps before sneezing a shower of sparks across Mick's jacket. He pats them out almost absently, fishing around in the bag he's carrying for a clean shirt and most of the first aid supplies he's been able to lay hands on. A shrug at the mention of the dragon because he damn near walked out of the store with two of them, but Snart is a fickle asshole on a good day and Mick didn't want to press his luck seeing as they spend most of their time if not together, pretty close to it.]
Mhm. How bad is it?