{I might be lost, but I'm not a lost cause

[myheadisaprison]

PSL with bringstheheat
Pre-canon things, teen things, etc...

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[bringstheheat]

Mick works his jaw a moment. He feels better. Drained. Easier to focus on things.

"Cause you needed it," he answers simply. "You're not your old man, Snart. There's nothing wrong with needing a fight to clear your damn head."

[mypriority]

He looks uneasy, still, even at the reassurance. "I dunno," he mumbles with a slight shake of his head. There's a clarity in the aftermath that he can't deny, but it might still take some convincing for him to accept this as a regular thing. "but...thanks." Even if he has his hangups with it and needs to process through it still, he appreciates Mick doing something in effort to help.

[bringstheheat]

Mick makes a sound. "Stop fuckin overthinking it," he grumbles, nudging his shoulder. His jacket is left where it fell and he heads back towards the rickety little refrigerator to fish out a beer and find something to work on to keep his hands occupied. The fight drained the frustration and the anger out of him, leaving him clear headed again.

Snart will just have to process it on his own time.