"Yeah, and look how well that turned out for him the last time." Mick shot back, more angry at the situation, though clearly taking it out on Ray. The other man was too kind and understanding for his own good sometimes. Mick too wild and angry to keep himself from overpowering him sometimes.
Mick only laughed bitterly at the mention of Cisco. "Like that tech nerd gives two shits about what happens to my partner." Mick argued, his voice rising, only getting angrier by the moment. Sure, he was a goody who would likely do his best to keep everyone involved alive, but if push came to shove Mick had no doubts the kid would work to save his own before helping Len. Mick couldn't have that. Len needed someone in his corner. He needed Mick in his corner, but was too stubborn to accept it.
"I get his need for revenge, trust me I do." Mick added, having taken out his own form of revenge for Len's death on Savage. Ray had been there to witness it first hand. "But that doesn't mean he has to be stupid about it and try to take him out on his own." He continued as the corners of his vision began to turn red. He hadn't felt this kind of anger since before Chronos, though it seemed the longer time went on, the more like his old self he became. Which was both as comforting to Mick as it was scary, knowing how off the wall he could get when not kept in check.
Some part of him was grateful Ray was trying, but he couldn't help the simmering heat that was bubbling just beneath the surface. Even as his stomach twisted at Ray's offer to basically give him some space to deal with Len. Mick didn't deserve this man's kindness and understanding. He didn't know what he'd been thinking when he'd continue to pursue Ray after their night back home. Regardless that they both had needed it, it was meant as a one time thing. Wasn't it? And yet there they were looking at pets and picking out movies together.
The car came to a sudden stop on the curb just outside the corner store, Mick getting out without a word. He disappeared into the store, only to come back out less than a minuet later, box of matches in hand. Walking to the back of the building, he leaned up against the wall, striking up a match to watch it burn. Repeating the motion each time it reached the end of the stick, trying to calm himself down.