After the vibe he'd had earlier during training with Paco, and everything that unfolded in the aftermath of it, Cisco can't sleep. Even if logically he knows that's what he needs, that they can't do anything right here, right now, at 2:07 in the morning before they've put all the pieces together or figured out anything like a plan. But knowing that doesn't make it any easier to shut his mind off.
Hartley isn't getting any more sleep than he is, though, if not due to his own worries, at least because of Cisco's tossing and turning and stubborn sticking it out of trying to make himself go to sleep. If he refuses to get up and admit defeat, sleep will win, right?
But no. It just doesn't work that way.
He's staring up at the ceiling like maybe it would have all the answers, but it's as unhelpful as anything else is right now. He groans, annoyed, frustrated, and presses his palms to his eyes. "This is impossible. I can't stop thinking about it." The look on Paco's face when he realized Cisco wasn't fucking with him, the fact that someone thought to be dead never was, the idea of Zoom holding him captive for who knows how long now. And he can't stop thinking about how much worse he'd feel if the situation was on his shoulders more directly, if it was his Hartley trapped in some psycho's lair.
{Don’t wait up for me, I've got a restless mind
Hartley isn't getting any more sleep than he is, though, if not due to his own worries, at least because of Cisco's tossing and turning and stubborn sticking it out of trying to make himself go to sleep. If he refuses to get up and admit defeat, sleep will win, right?
But no. It just doesn't work that way.
He's staring up at the ceiling like maybe it would have all the answers, but it's as unhelpful as anything else is right now. He groans, annoyed, frustrated, and presses his palms to his eyes. "This is impossible. I can't stop thinking about it." The look on Paco's face when he realized Cisco wasn't fucking with him, the fact that someone thought to be dead never was, the idea of Zoom holding him captive for who knows how long now. And he can't stop thinking about how much worse he'd feel if the situation was on his shoulders more directly, if it was his Hartley trapped in some psycho's lair.