"Mick..." Ray sighed as he watched the older man get out of the car. It was obvious the other was angry or upset. It was also painfully obvious that maybe he was out of his depths here. He wasn't Snart. He never would be and Ray had never been of the mind to try and be. Not here where the real Leonard Snart was alive and well. Not back home where Leonard Snart had given his life for Mick and Ray had been crazy enough to try and assume the former criminal had wanted the two of them to learn to rely on one another. Mick wouldn't want him to try and be like Snart in any case so it worked out... except when it didn't. Back home there would be things to do. Problems to worry about that would take up all of Mick's focus and energy. Things were different here and Ray felt like he was scrambling to catch up. To find where he fit in. Past experience seemed to be telling him to stop looking for that place. If it was difficult to find then he was simply trying to force himself in where he didn't fit. Their arrangement was meant to be temporary anyway. It was comfort. Why would Mick still need that when Snart was alive and well? When there was nothing to forget about?
He didn't get out of the car until Mick had reemerged from the store with a box of matches in hand. Even then he kept his distance and watched the older man as he stood transfixed by flames he watched burn down to his fingers one after the other. He didn't know what to say or do. He wondered if he should text Snart and ask him for help. Maybe Mick's partner would have a better luck talking him down or out of whatever state he'd worked himself into. Maybe Ray should've never asked. It was just like him to talk too much without thinking about what he was saying or the consequences. If he hadn't pushed for Mick to open up just a little they wouldn't be here now. Maybe he should accept defeat before he was told he didn't fit for once in his life. It felt too much like giving up. He didn't want to give up on Mick. Whether it was smart or not, whether the other man liked it or not, he meant something to Ray. He liked to think that, maybe, he meant something to Mick too. They had started out the day looking into a pet Ray could actually have for himself. They were going to end it with movies and junkfood. He hadn't been forcing any of that on the older man.
"Mick..." Ray said once again, voice gentle as he tried to think of something to say. Ray was smart enough to realize there was more going on than what he'd been told. He didn't know the full story of what was going on with Snart and Mick. He never would. The older man was protective of Snart and his privacy. Ray would only ever get a cliff notes version of what was really wrong. He was learning to accept that. He had to figure out how to work around those limitations. "I'm sorry I pushed." He continued, wondering if the other man was actually hearing him or if his voice was drowned out by whatever was going on in Mick's head. He hadn't known the older man long enough to have any sort of grasp on that. "I shouldn't have. I know I'm probably lousy at offering you anything even remotely resembling whatever you need here." But he was trying. He was going to try. He was willing to.