[ Mick certainly wasn't afraid of getting hurt or getting his hands dirty - "tolerant of extremes" was how Snart had once put it to him, and it was all Captain Cold could do at times to keep his hotblooded counterpart's gameness from becoming pure recklessness. Had Hartley not been there with him today, he might not have even tried to escape the police. And they were both probably lucky the Flash was either taking a personal day or dealing with something else. ]
I dunno. It kinda just happened. Maybe we ought to.
[ If Hartley needed someone to enable a spontaneous tear of destruction, he'd certainly picked the right man.
Mick's brow furrows. ]
You're gonna patch me up?
[ Suddenly, all the laid out supplies made sense. He'd thought maybe the other was laying them there like a communal patch-up pool. Aside from the Snarts, Mick wasn't really used to anyone else taking care of him. He reaches up, gingerly touching the wound on the back of his head. ]
I guess if you wanna. Can't really see this one myself. Somethin' you know how to do?
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I dunno. It kinda just happened. Maybe we ought to.
[ If Hartley needed someone to enable a spontaneous tear of destruction, he'd certainly picked the right man.
Mick's brow furrows. ]
You're gonna patch me up?
[ Suddenly, all the laid out supplies made sense. He'd thought maybe the other was laying them there like a communal patch-up pool. Aside from the Snarts, Mick wasn't really used to anyone else taking care of him. He reaches up, gingerly touching the wound on the back of his head. ]
I guess if you wanna. Can't really see this one myself. Somethin' you know how to do?