There's something an awful lot like shock on his face at that. Somehow, they're always more alike than he expects, and when he's actually faced with it, Cisco isn't entirely sure what to do with it. Because somehow, Paco never seems all that fussed about anything and Cisco has no idea how he ever got that in control of everything because nine times out of ten, Cisco's whole range of emotions is painted all too clearly on his face, shaded in his voice, there's almost nothing that doesn't give away exactly what he feels, all the time. He kind of envies his doppelganger on that. "But at what cost?" It's not meant to be scathing or judgmental, whether it seems like it or not. He just kind of wonders if he regrets it couldn't have happened another way, with better people.

The vehemence in his voice at having to even speak the name is crystal clear and hangs in the air between them. And the part that comes next paints a pretty clear picture. "So, you have Wells issues, too. Good to know that's a multiuniversal constant." He mutters, shaking his head. He holds a hand up and mimes ticking a lock at corner of his mouth. "Won't hear it from me." He hopes they find some kind of evidence of what he saw soon. The longer they're here, the more his hope is trying to slip away. What if he was wrong?