Just knowing that Hart was alive, that there was a chance, it was terrifying. He could fail again and that was somehow worse. It was much worse this time, he couldn't afford to mess this up. And all he had for back up was this team. An impulsive speedster, someone who couldn't access their powers, a somewhat high strung doctor and the man who looked so much like Hart, he couldn't bear to be near him. Every time, it ripped his heart to pieces. It was too much to meet those eyes and stand in his presence.
"I won't." He had to try, right? What else did he have left to lose? Either Zoom died or he died. That was how this was going to die. And either way, he was going to make sure Hart lived. He turned to Cisco, blinking away tears the best he could, glad that none had fallen. "But words are nothing, Cisco. They don't matter. Actions matter. You can tell me you can help me but you need to prove to me that you can help me." He took his glasses off with great reluctance and looked into Cisco's eyes properly this time. There were tears there, unshed but obvious, and he didn't look away. He let himself expose that vulnerable part of him because he needed to reach Cisco, he needed to connect. "Hart is in danger and I can't do this alone. You have to help me. Please."
Yes, he really said please, that was how desperate he was. "So show me. Show me how much you want to help me." He turned his head and looked over at a computer chair across the room, pointing in it's direction. "Make the chair move without touching it. Show me that you can do it. That you can do something to have my back out there."
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Date: 2016-11-08 08:59 pm (UTC)"I won't." He had to try, right? What else did he have left to lose? Either Zoom died or he died. That was how this was going to die. And either way, he was going to make sure Hart lived. He turned to Cisco, blinking away tears the best he could, glad that none had fallen. "But words are nothing, Cisco. They don't matter. Actions matter. You can tell me you can help me but you need to prove to me that you can help me." He took his glasses off with great reluctance and looked into Cisco's eyes properly this time. There were tears there, unshed but obvious, and he didn't look away. He let himself expose that vulnerable part of him because he needed to reach Cisco, he needed to connect. "Hart is in danger and I can't do this alone. You have to help me. Please."
Yes, he really said please, that was how desperate he was. "So show me. Show me how much you want to help me." He turned his head and looked over at a computer chair across the room, pointing in it's direction. "Make the chair move without touching it. Show me that you can do it. That you can do something to have my back out there."