"I realize that, however I know when you're telling the truth." Can't lie to his ears. Snart was pretty brave taking on all those goons by himself for one of New York's Finest. "Someone who would stand up for their friends is someone who can be trusted."

He dug in a closet and came up with a first aid kit. Flicking on the lights as an afterthought. It was a regular sort of apartment, except for the lack of pictures on the walls that people usually have. All except one black and white photo of a boxer.

"Might be something in here that'll help with those cuts," he says, opening up the box and running his fingers over the braille dots on each package. Finding some gauze and antiseptic ointment.