You do realise that you don't have to pick me up every day, don't you? [Hart certainly isn't complaining, but he does consider it worth pointing out. It's always a little unsettling, to say goodbye to his colleagues while walking up to his boyfriend, who nobody knows is Reverb. It's strange how much the glasses change him.
Hart stops in front of him, lifting his arms so he can put his hands on his shoulders.]
[He didn't do anything he didn't want to but he liked doing this, waiting for Hart to come out and see the way he smiled when he saw him. Whether or not he thinks Paco is an idiot for doing it, he still lets him do it and he never seems to mind. The opposite, actually. He always seems pleased and the fact that he can pull from that Hart makes him smile all the same.
He looks at Hart and leans forward, stealing a kiss.] I like walking you home. These streets aren't entirely safe, you know? Mostly because of me but that just means I know the situation first hand.
I was going to say, you're the danger here. [Not that he is feeling very threatened, but then, being kissed would do that to him. He reaches up so he can run his fingers through Paco's hair, careful not to mess with his knot.] Are we just going home?
[Justified question, every now and then Paco had other plans and Hart likes to prepare himself for that eventuality.]
I'm only a danger to those I don't care about. I guess you're just lucky.
[Paco nods his head in the direction they plan to walk and waits for Hart to follow before he starts walking properly.] I had other plans if you're feeling up for it but tell me now if you're tired, we can head back first. [He doesn't mind, he never minds what they do. As long as work never mixes with pleasure, he is pretty chill about everything. From the way he was and the way he spoke, it'd be as if nothing bothered him.]
Training with Reverb has gone about exactly as well as Cisco had expected: It sucks. But he can't deny that it's actually helpful, too. Gaining something like insight and understanding of his powers almost seems to be toning down some of the fears he has tied to them. He's still nowhere near his double's level of confident with his powers, but it's a step up from where he had been and at this point, he'll take every inch he can gain.
Unfortunately, they still haven't been all that successful in rerouting the trigger response.
"Jesus Christ!" And sometimes Paco's tactics just scared the hell out of him, without anything at all useful coming from it. He kicks something across the ground in the space they've taken, irritated and exhausted because they've been at this forever. "Do we ever get beyond this, cause I'm over it already." He huffs, arms folded across his chest. So what if this was only the second or third time they've done one of these stupid sessions. Instant gratification is better, okay?
It was so easy to scare the hell out of Cisco. Yesterday, he simply came through the door too swiftly and shocked him so much, he yelped and dropped what he'd been working on. It was shocking how high a pitch he could hit. Other times, he went for more emotional torment, he had vibed a few things from him at this point and he knew little tricks and trips to get him to panic or freak out. Sometimes it was as simple as jabbing at his chest under the guise of wanting his attention. Seemed like they both had a pretty traumatic time around speedsters.
Good to know the universe was consistent.
"You've barely done anything. Except whine. You whine a lot." It was fortunate that he was feeling very patient, usually his temper would have made him at least hit Cisco by now but instead, he found himself strangely amused by this version of himself. "Are you feeling anything? Like a sensation like a pull or a tug? Sometimes that's what it's like for me."
Some of those tactics were borderline cruel if you asked Cisco. Particularly, any time he tried to use Thawne against him. He's pretty surr if he does too much more of that one, Hartley's gonna give him the what-for, though. Maybe he won't have to worry about that again-- not that Cisco's holding his breath.
His eyes cut toward Paco in a narrow glare. Maybe it seems like nothing to him because this is all so far behind him at this point, but dammit, most of this is still brand new to Cisco. The look fades as he shifts out of the Haughty Little Brother mode and gets a little more serious again. "Kind of... it's more like a flutter, like pulsating kinda? So that's normal..?"
"That's because you focus on the actual vibes instead of anything else. It's interesting really, that you for for visions above all else. You can literally disrupt the speedforce and all you do with that power is vibe." He frowned and cocked his head to the side as he slowly considered the situation and how exactly he could change that. Negative feels caused him to see things but they didn't cause much else, maybe it was something else that trigger the other powers like threat or danger? He started to slowly circle Cisco, debating his next move.
"Has fear always lead to vibes or anything else? Have you ever used any other part of your power?" He was curious if it was worth trying something outside of scaring him just to see where this went.
"Yeah, well, they're kind of distracting." He points out, arms still firmly across his chest. "And I think we've established I don't know what I'm doing." He turns his head to watch as Paco circles him. He can't stop it, the reaction is practically automatic, not allowing anyone to catch him with his back turned.
"Well, I opened that breach...which ended up being a terrible plan." That had ended up in Wally being kidnapped, and Cisco couldn't help feeling like that rested on his shoulders as much as anyone else's.
"So you can see and send messages? You're basically a living skype. You're not going to be very useful against Zoom like that." Paco stood in front of Cisco finally and faced the target they'd been using for their little practises. A cardboard cut out of Cisco pulling a stupid face, he didn't even want to know why, that was just leaning against the wall taking an innocent time out. He held out his hand and focused, aiming at it and within seconds, the cardboard exploded in the middle and the whole thing pretty much just crumpled in on itself. "Not only is the blast strong but it effects the speedforce. You're as much tied in to it as Barry is. You can slow down a speedster before they can come at you but you need perfect focus for it."
And that was why, in the final moments of Hart's life, he'd failed. How was he supposed to focus on the task when his emotions were all over the place? He turned his head to Cisco and then, without warning, he swiftly shot his hand out and grabbed Cisco by the throat, squeezing it hard but attempting not to do any real damage..
"I got you, Francisco." Paco smirked darkly as he used his other hand to grab any offending limbs trying to wrench him off. "I got you now. What are you going to do about it? I'd do something before I crush your windpipe. I could. Easily." He was trying to get fear from Cisco. To get a reaction. He wanted Cisco to fight back and channel that fear, he was hoping a real threat might actually provoke it. "If you die, you die. There's a multiverse out there, always more of us to play with. I don't need you if you're this useless."
Living Skype. Wow, thanks, Paco. He definitely doesn't have enough insecurity in his powers, and that's absolutely helping. What a great and patient teacher. Not. "Thanks for that," he mutters with a vague wave of his hand. "Perfect focus. Great. Cause that's always super easy in high stress situations."
He was so busy being sarcastic toward his twin he was caught completely off-guard when suddenly Paco's fingers wrap around his throat and squeeze. Suddenly, he's certain that everything he'd thought was wrong. It was all some twisted lie to get him in exactly this situation. And Cisco had stupidly allowed himself to walk right into it. But Hartley was in on this too and for all that Cisco let himself be sweet-talked by people at times, Hartley didn't, so how did-- Right, breathing, breathing would be nice. He should probably stop the one trying to close off his air supply.
"I'm not... useless," he manages to choke out. He's working on jerking his hand out of Paco's other one so he can wriggle free from his grip when it hits. That woo-woo shock of a vibe that kind of makes it feel like the whole world tilts until the scene fades into view.
After the vibe he'd had earlier during training with Paco, and everything that unfolded in the aftermath of it, Cisco can't sleep. Even if logically he knows that's what he needs, that they can't do anything right here, right now, at 2:07 in the morning before they've put all the pieces together or figured out anything like a plan. But knowing that doesn't make it any easier to shut his mind off.
Hartley isn't getting any more sleep than he is, though, if not due to his own worries, at least because of Cisco's tossing and turning and stubborn sticking it out of trying to make himself go to sleep. If he refuses to get up and admit defeat, sleep will win, right?
But no. It just doesn't work that way.
He's staring up at the ceiling like maybe it would have all the answers, but it's as unhelpful as anything else is right now. He groans, annoyed, frustrated, and presses his palms to his eyes. "This is impossible. I can't stop thinking about it." The look on Paco's face when he realized Cisco wasn't fucking with him, the fact that someone thought to be dead never was, the idea of Zoom holding him captive for who knows how long now. And he can't stop thinking about how much worse he'd feel if the situation was on his shoulders more directly, if it was his Hartley trapped in some psycho's lair.
It's not as if Hartley ever sleeps all that much, he's more prone to staying up all night and then drinking ungodly amounts of coffee to eventually have to admit defeat and fall asleep in the most uncomfortable positions in the strangest places. But being with Cisco and sleeping with him was also helping with actual sleeping and had done wonders for his sleep schedule, not that he'd admit to that. So he had been at least half-asleep, until the incessant turning and tossing by his side gets to him.
He's mostly awake and so when Cisco groans and actually speaks - if clearly to himself, he decides to finally turn to his side so he could look at Cisco. Not that he could make out much in the dark and without his glasses on, but he is used to terrible vision, so he can address his boyfriend's blurry shape and reach out to pet his hair. "What's up, Cisquito?"
His voice is soft and he speaks Spanish, as usual when it's just them.
For awhile, he doesn't answer, mostly because he doesn't know how to. There's a hundred answers to that question and he isn't sure which is more accurate. Maybe they all are, in their own ways. He turns onto his side and curls into Hartley, hiding his face against his shoulder and not doing much more than just...lay there, taking him in, appreciating the soft thud of his heart in his ear, the warmth of his boyfriend next to him. And as much of a comfort as it all is, he almost feels so goddamn guilty for it all. Because these are the things Paco and Hart have been entirely without for however long it's been, in addition to the assumptions of being dead which is just salt in an already painful wound. How is that fair?
"I just can't stop thinking about it." he finally answers, head still resting against Hartley's shoulder. "How long has he even been there? And how terrified he must be, helpless, hopeless of every getting away or being rescued while he was thought to be dead. And it's scary to think how easily they could be us, with the right strings pulled." He shakes his head a little, "I don't know what I would do if anything ever happened to you."
He's not even entirely sure how Paco is holding himself together. Maybe he's not, but he's quieter about those sorts of things, locked it away for himself...or used it and turned it into something else entirely.
"From the sounds of it, you'd not be getting any sleep." Not really the time for jokes, but it's less an attempt of lightening the mood than gallows' humour shining through, while he curls a strand of Cisco's hair around his finger and gives it the lightest of tugs before releasing it so he can return to just petting it. What can he really say? He doesn't know the answer to any of the questions Cisco is asking. "I'm here, Cisquito. 'What if' won't help anyone, my doppelgänger or Paco. It will just make you sleep-deprived."
A fair assessment, given the tossing and turning tonight. "It's not us. Earth 2 is a very different place. Very post-apocalyptic and authoritarian, isn't it? With Zoom running around and a meta-human watch ensuring that no one with powers is allowed to lead a life away from him. Maybe there's an Earth out there where we're in even worse shape, one where we're actually dead. Maybe there's one where we're fluffy cats sleeping all day. Doesn't matter. I know your power gives you wider vision than anyone else has, but you have to focus on being yourself. We'll need that to help my doppelgänger."
He manages a stiff smile, he knows it's not exactly a joke, but it's such an obvious thing it almost is funny, in a sad way. The smallest tension eases from his shoulders at Hartley's fingers in his hair. "Yeah, I know, but..." But. He didn't know how to stop it. If he did, he would have a lot less nights like this one, where he just can't shut everything down and off. Cisco has always been really good at letting his thoughts run wild and not so much at reigning them back in.
The points he's making are so...logical and sound and it's kind of annoying the way he can do that, even when things are amped up to eleven. But Cisco's glad that he can, that he does because someone needs to be able to and it's obviously not him. He feels too much, too deeply, gets too damn sentimental to be the logical one, so Hartley gets to be the anchor in that. "Earth 2 freaking sucks." All because of Zoom and his stupid reign of terror. He doesn't like thinking about the worse off options and his nose wrinkles at the mention of it, "Are you sure about that?" Because sometimes Cisco just isn't all that confident in the hand he has to put in this fight.
"Yes, Earth 2 sucks. Ironic, isn't it? That our fake Wells was actually better at taking responsibility for his actions, partly by choosing to focus on the hero he intended to create?" They're still reenacting Eobard's plan, to whatever degree. Hartley wonders how aware the others are of that. He also wonders how aware they are that Zoom is an effect of the other Wells' actions, not the one that caused it all.
He doesn't always mind Harry. Sometimes he almost finds himself wanting his respect, the way he'd once been eager for Eobard's affections. But maybe it's the bitterness that came with everything Eobard has done or maybe it's just his inherent cynicism, but it's difficult to trust a man who fails so spectacularly at owning up to his own mistakes and even at caring, unless it intimately concerns him, like his daughter's fate did. Not a bad man, not an evil man, but not a very good one either, in his estimate.
But this all might be a bit too heavy to discuss with a sleep-deprived and worried Cisco and so for a while he just focused on holding him, ducking his head so he could nuzzle the side of his neck. "All I'm sure about is you, Cisquito. I trust in you. If we go in, knowing what we're doing, we can do anything."
He hums a noncommittal noise that's not quite either agreement or disagreement, just...existing. It is what it is, and apparently there's just something about having that face that makes a person a little more deplorable, whatever the varied level it may take on one versus another. He likes Harry, sometimes, but he can't deny the guy's made some seriously terrible decisions. And Thawne, well...Cisco never much wants to talk about him at all, for obvious reasons.
It's a little ridiculous the way that nickname makes him smile like an idiot these days when there was a time when it did nothing more than annoy the hell out of him. He enjoys the cuddly actions, though, and sighs in something bordering on contentment, if not quite. "I wish I had half the faith in myself you seem to have in me." He doesn't say it out of pity or anything, but a genuine statement. That's been a downfall of his for a long time, with the only thing he had any real confidence in being his job. The manifestation of his powers had just been a sudden reminder of how out of his depth he can get. "But I think you're right...at least, that we can do anything, together."
This is it. This is what they'd been gearing up for all along. Now or never, and if they fail, they're probably all dead. Actually, no, there's no probably about it. That's the only way this ends. The mission is the furthest thing from simple, but they had a plan, and Cisco hopes like hell it pans out. He's not sure he could take the alternative. He's going into this like that isn't even an option. They save him, that's it, the end.
By some miracle Cisco refuses to even question right now, they've made it in. The trick now is to make it back out with Hart in tow. He has as sinking feeling this is going to prove to be easier said than done, but Cisco's wearing a determined face and he has faith in in Paco and Hartley, and even himself, to get through this.
Hartley reaches out for Cisco's hand and gives it a squeeze looking at him for just that moment. He smiles a little, hoping to be reassuring. This could be the end for them, but that was true of any time they ventured out. Today is just a bit more dangerous than usual. "Go. Find Hart. You've seen him, you know where he might be. I'll keep an eye out for Zoom." Ear out, but same difference.
He doesn't say anything sentimental, he rather fears that all of that is all too plain all over his face. "Paco, are you staying with me or going with Cisco? Remember, it's a rescue mission, not revenge. We're getting Hart out of here, not going after Zoom."
It wasn't an easy call to make. If Zoom turned up, Hartley was as good as dead and he didn't want that, he wanted to be here to make sure that Zoom was put down. If it came to that. If he had the choice. But Hart... he needed him. He needed to see him alive and well, to know that this is real. And Cisco, he was still inconsistent with his powers. What if he failed at a crucial point? He was torn.
After a few moments of silence, he inhaled and decided. "Cisco. We need to locate Hart fast and quick before Zoom comes." And that meant that the sooner they got to Hart, the safer he was going to be. "Let's do this."
Cisco squeezes his boyfriend's hand back in his own, it's small, but it's a comfort all the same. He nods at the instructions, he knows what he has to do, and he's as ready as thinks he'll ever be. Doesn't make him any less terrified, though. "Okay," he breathes out with another nod.
He turns his attention to Paco, nodding once. "We can do this." Especially together, that's what Cisco had been telling himself during all the planning stages of this and he was determined to see it through to reality now.
It makes sense, so Hartley nods. He isn't scared, not really. Adrenaline or perhaps simply his attitude. But still, he suddenly pulls Cisco closer, still holding his hand tightly. His free hand goes up, gloved fingers in Cisco's hair as he kisses him, stepping as close as he can. The kiss may only last a few moments, but it's important.
He leans their foreheads together and lets out some air in a sigh. "I'll see you after."
With that he steps back, letting go of Cisco's hand. "Go!"
Hartley being calm and collected is helping Cisco not freak out, and he doesn't fight it at all when he tugs him closer, doesn't hesitate to kiss him back. Short-lived, but meaningful and he nods with Hartley's forehead against his. "I'll see you later." And if his voice shakes the tiniest bit, he'll pretend he didn't hear it because he has to push through any ounce of fear he may have to get through this.
His hand drops away from Hartley's and he nods, stepping back and looking at Paco. "Let's go."
Paco was not by nature a bitter man but seeing them doing all of that when Hart could be somewhere? Oh yeah, you better believe it made him feel bitter. He started to move through the prison, being exceptionally careful because he knew people like to hang around here, people who Zoom was fond of. More than once, he'd run into Black Siren here and if he did that again, he'd be in trouble. "In your vision, where was Hart? Give me a recap, I'll try and fit the description to where I know."
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Hart stops in front of him, lifting his arms so he can put his hands on his shoulders.]
But I'm glad.
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[He didn't do anything he didn't want to but he liked doing this, waiting for Hart to come out and see the way he smiled when he saw him. Whether or not he thinks Paco is an idiot for doing it, he still lets him do it and he never seems to mind. The opposite, actually. He always seems pleased and the fact that he can pull from that Hart makes him smile all the same.
He looks at Hart and leans forward, stealing a kiss.] I like walking you home. These streets aren't entirely safe, you know? Mostly because of me but that just means I know the situation first hand.
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[Justified question, every now and then Paco had other plans and Hart likes to prepare himself for that eventuality.]
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[Paco nods his head in the direction they plan to walk and waits for Hart to follow before he starts walking properly.] I had other plans if you're feeling up for it but tell me now if you're tired, we can head back first. [He doesn't mind, he never minds what they do. As long as work never mixes with pleasure, he is pretty chill about everything. From the way he was and the way he spoke, it'd be as if nothing bothered him.]
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Unfortunately, they still haven't been all that successful in rerouting the trigger response.
"Jesus Christ!" And sometimes Paco's tactics just scared the hell out of him, without anything at all useful coming from it. He kicks something across the ground in the space they've taken, irritated and exhausted because they've been at this forever. "Do we ever get beyond this, cause I'm over it already." He huffs, arms folded across his chest. So what if this was only the second or third time they've done one of these stupid sessions. Instant gratification is better, okay?
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Good to know the universe was consistent.
"You've barely done anything. Except whine. You whine a lot." It was fortunate that he was feeling very patient, usually his temper would have made him at least hit Cisco by now but instead, he found himself strangely amused by this version of himself. "Are you feeling anything? Like a sensation like a pull or a tug? Sometimes that's what it's like for me."
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His eyes cut toward Paco in a narrow glare. Maybe it seems like nothing to him because this is all so far behind him at this point, but dammit, most of this is still brand new to Cisco. The look fades as he shifts out of the Haughty Little Brother mode and gets a little more serious again. "Kind of... it's more like a flutter, like pulsating kinda? So that's normal..?"
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"Has fear always lead to vibes or anything else? Have you ever used any other part of your power?" He was curious if it was worth trying something outside of scaring him just to see where this went.
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"Well, I opened that breach...which ended up being a terrible plan." That had ended up in Wally being kidnapped, and Cisco couldn't help feeling like that rested on his shoulders as much as anyone else's.
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And that was why, in the final moments of Hart's life, he'd failed. How was he supposed to focus on the task when his emotions were all over the place? He turned his head to Cisco and then, without warning, he swiftly shot his hand out and grabbed Cisco by the throat, squeezing it hard but attempting not to do any real damage..
"I got you, Francisco." Paco smirked darkly as he used his other hand to grab any offending limbs trying to wrench him off. "I got you now. What are you going to do about it? I'd do something before I crush your windpipe. I could. Easily." He was trying to get fear from Cisco. To get a reaction. He wanted Cisco to fight back and channel that fear, he was hoping a real threat might actually provoke it. "If you die, you die. There's a multiverse out there, always more of us to play with. I don't need you if you're this useless."
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He was so busy being sarcastic toward his twin he was caught completely off-guard when suddenly Paco's fingers wrap around his throat and squeeze. Suddenly, he's certain that everything he'd thought was wrong. It was all some twisted lie to get him in exactly this situation. And Cisco had stupidly allowed himself to walk right into it. But Hartley was in on this too and for all that Cisco let himself be sweet-talked by people at times, Hartley didn't, so how did-- Right, breathing, breathing would be nice. He should probably stop the one trying to close off his air supply.
"I'm not... useless," he manages to choke out. He's working on jerking his hand out of Paco's other one so he can wriggle free from his grip when it hits. That woo-woo shock of a vibe that kind of makes it feel like the whole world tilts until the scene fades into view.
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Hartley isn't getting any more sleep than he is, though, if not due to his own worries, at least because of Cisco's tossing and turning and stubborn sticking it out of trying to make himself go to sleep. If he refuses to get up and admit defeat, sleep will win, right?
But no. It just doesn't work that way.
He's staring up at the ceiling like maybe it would have all the answers, but it's as unhelpful as anything else is right now. He groans, annoyed, frustrated, and presses his palms to his eyes. "This is impossible. I can't stop thinking about it." The look on Paco's face when he realized Cisco wasn't fucking with him, the fact that someone thought to be dead never was, the idea of Zoom holding him captive for who knows how long now. And he can't stop thinking about how much worse he'd feel if the situation was on his shoulders more directly, if it was his Hartley trapped in some psycho's lair.
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He's mostly awake and so when Cisco groans and actually speaks - if clearly to himself, he decides to finally turn to his side so he could look at Cisco. Not that he could make out much in the dark and without his glasses on, but he is used to terrible vision, so he can address his boyfriend's blurry shape and reach out to pet his hair. "What's up, Cisquito?"
His voice is soft and he speaks Spanish, as usual when it's just them.
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"I just can't stop thinking about it." he finally answers, head still resting against Hartley's shoulder. "How long has he even been there? And how terrified he must be, helpless, hopeless of every getting away or being rescued while he was thought to be dead. And it's scary to think how easily they could be us, with the right strings pulled." He shakes his head a little, "I don't know what I would do if anything ever happened to you."
He's not even entirely sure how Paco is holding himself together. Maybe he's not, but he's quieter about those sorts of things, locked it away for himself...or used it and turned it into something else entirely.
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A fair assessment, given the tossing and turning tonight. "It's not us. Earth 2 is a very different place. Very post-apocalyptic and authoritarian, isn't it? With Zoom running around and a meta-human watch ensuring that no one with powers is allowed to lead a life away from him. Maybe there's an Earth out there where we're in even worse shape, one where we're actually dead. Maybe there's one where we're fluffy cats sleeping all day. Doesn't matter. I know your power gives you wider vision than anyone else has, but you have to focus on being yourself. We'll need that to help my doppelgänger."
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The points he's making are so...logical and sound and it's kind of annoying the way he can do that, even when things are amped up to eleven. But Cisco's glad that he can, that he does because someone needs to be able to and it's obviously not him. He feels too much, too deeply, gets too damn sentimental to be the logical one, so Hartley gets to be the anchor in that. "Earth 2 freaking sucks." All because of Zoom and his stupid reign of terror. He doesn't like thinking about the worse off options and his nose wrinkles at the mention of it, "Are you sure about that?" Because sometimes Cisco just isn't all that confident in the hand he has to put in this fight.
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He doesn't always mind Harry. Sometimes he almost finds himself wanting his respect, the way he'd once been eager for Eobard's affections. But maybe it's the bitterness that came with everything Eobard has done or maybe it's just his inherent cynicism, but it's difficult to trust a man who fails so spectacularly at owning up to his own mistakes and even at caring, unless it intimately concerns him, like his daughter's fate did. Not a bad man, not an evil man, but not a very good one either, in his estimate.
But this all might be a bit too heavy to discuss with a sleep-deprived and worried Cisco and so for a while he just focused on holding him, ducking his head so he could nuzzle the side of his neck. "All I'm sure about is you, Cisquito. I trust in you. If we go in, knowing what we're doing, we can do anything."
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It's a little ridiculous the way that nickname makes him smile like an idiot these days when there was a time when it did nothing more than annoy the hell out of him. He enjoys the cuddly actions, though, and sighs in something bordering on contentment, if not quite. "I wish I had half the faith in myself you seem to have in me." He doesn't say it out of pity or anything, but a genuine statement. That's been a downfall of his for a long time, with the only thing he had any real confidence in being his job. The manifestation of his powers had just been a sudden reminder of how out of his depth he can get. "But I think you're right...at least, that we can do anything, together."
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{I was lost so long, but found in the nick of time
By some miracle Cisco refuses to even question right now, they've made it in. The trick now is to make it back out with Hart in tow. He has as sinking feeling this is going to prove to be easier said than done, but Cisco's wearing a determined face and he has faith in in Paco and Hartley, and even himself, to get through this.
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He doesn't say anything sentimental, he rather fears that all of that is all too plain all over his face. "Paco, are you staying with me or going with Cisco? Remember, it's a rescue mission, not revenge. We're getting Hart out of here, not going after Zoom."
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After a few moments of silence, he inhaled and decided. "Cisco. We need to locate Hart fast and quick before Zoom comes." And that meant that the sooner they got to Hart, the safer he was going to be. "Let's do this."
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He turns his attention to Paco, nodding once. "We can do this." Especially together, that's what Cisco had been telling himself during all the planning stages of this and he was determined to see it through to reality now.
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He leans their foreheads together and lets out some air in a sigh. "I'll see you after."
With that he steps back, letting go of Cisco's hand. "Go!"
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His hand drops away from Hartley's and he nods, stepping back and looking at Paco. "Let's go."
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Paco was not by nature a bitter man but seeing them doing all of that when Hart could be somewhere? Oh yeah, you better believe it made him feel bitter. He started to move through the prison, being exceptionally careful because he knew people like to hang around here, people who Zoom was fond of. More than once, he'd run into Black Siren here and if he did that again, he'd be in trouble. "In your vision, where was Hart? Give me a recap, I'll try and fit the description to where I know."
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