There's a certain note of determination in Paco's voice that makes Cisco feel a little better. He's not shutting down, he's not discounting the idea of letting them help. It's a good sign, the right direction to be headed in. When he takes his glasses off, Cisco feels something in his chest twist because there's something so vulnerable about him in this moment, and it's not the unshed tears that make him that way. He's actually asking for help. Asking, not demanding. Not barking orders like he thinks Cisco is beneath him. Asking.
Cisco nods a bit. "You have my help, Paco." Because there was no way for him not to give it. Not in this. And he's right. Cisco knows he is. He has to be able to put the action behind the words. He has to be able to harness his powers or they don't have a chance.
He follows Paco's gaze and turns toward the chair across the room. He can do this, right? He can do this. There's a pressure on this moment right now that he can't mess up and it has every nerve on fire. He takes a deep breath as he focuses on the chair, lifting his hand and trying to force it to move.
Except nothing happens.
Because of course it doesn't.
Because he has no clue what he's doing. And he can't even move a stupid chair, so how the hell is he going to be able to help save Hart?
He tries another two times and on the last one, it actually worked. A blast of energy shoots the chair across the room. He stares in surprise between his hand and the chair for a moment. Holy shit, he'd done it!
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Date: 2016-11-09 03:55 am (UTC)Cisco nods a bit. "You have my help, Paco." Because there was no way for him not to give it. Not in this. And he's right. Cisco knows he is. He has to be able to put the action behind the words. He has to be able to harness his powers or they don't have a chance.
He follows Paco's gaze and turns toward the chair across the room. He can do this, right? He can do this. There's a pressure on this moment right now that he can't mess up and it has every nerve on fire. He takes a deep breath as he focuses on the chair, lifting his hand and trying to force it to move.
Except nothing happens.
Because of course it doesn't.
Because he has no clue what he's doing. And he can't even move a stupid chair, so how the hell is he going to be able to help save Hart?
He tries another two times and on the last one, it actually worked. A blast of energy shoots the chair across the room. He stares in surprise between his hand and the chair for a moment. Holy shit, he'd done it!