"I might." But he doesn't press any further than that.
"More like ripped my heart out of my chest." A beat. "Literally." And he knows that's not a helpful thing to say at all right now, but it's the truth. "He wasn't actually Wells, but he pretended to be for fifteen years." Talk about playing a long game.
He doesn't have time to think about or say anything else because Paco's vibing something and Cisco recognizes it in his face. Cisco's eyes widen at those words, the way his voice shakes the slightest bit as reality of it sinks down into his bones. He's not sure if he' right, but he thinks there might be too much for Paco to act, so before more than a blink has escaped, Cisco moves to tap his fingers lightly against the door, enough to make a light noise, "Hartley? Can you hear me?"
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"More like ripped my heart out of my chest." A beat. "Literally." And he knows that's not a helpful thing to say at all right now, but it's the truth. "He wasn't actually Wells, but he pretended to be for fifteen years." Talk about playing a long game.
He doesn't have time to think about or say anything else because Paco's vibing something and Cisco recognizes it in his face. Cisco's eyes widen at those words, the way his voice shakes the slightest bit as reality of it sinks down into his bones. He's not sure if he' right, but he thinks there might be too much for Paco to act, so before more than a blink has escaped, Cisco moves to tap his fingers lightly against the door, enough to make a light noise, "Hartley? Can you hear me?"