"Yeah...I guess you're right." He was, of course. Because they could theorize all night and still be no closer to answers than they were right now. There was no use losing sleep over it. ...Or at least any more sleep than he already had.

He smiles as Hartley moves to lie on top of him, eventually finding his lips after a couple of failed attempts. "Mmm, probably, yeah." Cisco mumbles against his lips. "But I kind of like this better," he kisses Hartley again, one arm snaking around his waist, his free hand sliding up to rest against his cheek.