It isn't often that Mick hits that close to home, he can see it in the startled snap, in the way that Snart stops himself from talking before he says too much.

"Because if you needed me here you wouldn't be needling the fuck out of me for an entire week you asshole. You don't want a partner right now you want someone to pick at. You want someone to boss around and I'm fuckin sick of it."

He needs a good fight. He needs to hit and be hit. The sharp bloom of pain driving every other thought out of his head. Movement and action. He can't keep sitting here or he's gonna go out of his mind.