Just knowing that Hart was alive, that there was a chance, it was terrifying. He could fail again and that was somehow worse. It was much worse this time, he couldn't afford to mess this up. And all he had for back up was this team. An impulsive speedster, someone who couldn't access their powers, a somewhat high strung doctor and the man who looked so much like Hart, he couldn't bear to be near him. Every time, it ripped his heart to pieces. It was too much to meet those eyes and stand in his presence.
"I won't." He had to try, right? What else did he have left to lose? Either Zoom died or he died. That was how this was going to die. And either way, he was going to make sure Hart lived. He turned to Cisco, blinking away tears the best he could, glad that none had fallen. "But words are nothing, Cisco. They don't matter. Actions matter. You can tell me you can help me but you need to prove to me that you can help me." He took his glasses off with great reluctance and looked into Cisco's eyes properly this time. There were tears there, unshed but obvious, and he didn't look away. He let himself expose that vulnerable part of him because he needed to reach Cisco, he needed to connect. "Hart is in danger and I can't do this alone. You have to help me. Please."
Yes, he really said please, that was how desperate he was. "So show me. Show me how much you want to help me." He turned his head and looked over at a computer chair across the room, pointing in it's direction. "Make the chair move without touching it. Show me that you can do it. That you can do something to have my back out there."
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!
Paco was equally as shocked because, while it might sound a little harsh, he didn't expect Cisco to do anything right and yet here they were, with things not going to hell entirely. Sure, it took three tries but this was more than they'd ever had before. It was a building block to something real, something useful.
Paco exhaled in relief and gave Cisco a look. "More of that. Less of the vibes. Got it?"
That was what they needed to defeat Zoom and get his Hart back so right now, he really needed Cisco to focus up. And it was a good start, just knowing that this wasn't entirely a lost cause. "Do it again." What? Like once was it forever. He wanted to see him try again. "Can you do it again?"
"Yeah, I think so." Now that he'd actually done it, there was reason to believe he could repeat it. Confidence, even. Which translates pretty clearly when he tries again, and this time the chair moves with more purpose than just the luck of all the pieces falling together in the right place.
There's kind of a rush that comes with it, something a little bit beyond just the accomplishment of doing something he didn't think he could do, something deeper. But he's not dwelling on any of that right now, he's too busy riding the high of this new development.
"Hey. Look at that. You're not entirely useless after all." Paco really had to work on being a better motivator. He reached out and slapped Cisco hard on the back, not meaning to hurt him but that was just how he and Dante always congratulated each other. He was used to that kind of brute force. "You needed a motivator. So cling to this, stick with the idea. You're doing this for me and Hart. You're doing this for the Flash and to defeat Zoom."
All good reasons and all good motivators. He smiled. It was often that Paco smiled but there he was, smiling. Because he had something. A small ray of hope. It had been a long, long time since he felt anything like this. "If you could get stronger, we could be unstoppable."
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"I won't." He had to try, right? What else did he have left to lose? Either Zoom died or he died. That was how this was going to die. And either way, he was going to make sure Hart lived. He turned to Cisco, blinking away tears the best he could, glad that none had fallen. "But words are nothing, Cisco. They don't matter. Actions matter. You can tell me you can help me but you need to prove to me that you can help me." He took his glasses off with great reluctance and looked into Cisco's eyes properly this time. There were tears there, unshed but obvious, and he didn't look away. He let himself expose that vulnerable part of him because he needed to reach Cisco, he needed to connect. "Hart is in danger and I can't do this alone. You have to help me. Please."
Yes, he really said please, that was how desperate he was. "So show me. Show me how much you want to help me." He turned his head and looked over at a computer chair across the room, pointing in it's direction. "Make the chair move without touching it. Show me that you can do it. That you can do something to have my back out there."
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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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Paco exhaled in relief and gave Cisco a look. "More of that. Less of the vibes. Got it?"
That was what they needed to defeat Zoom and get his Hart back so right now, he really needed Cisco to focus up. And it was a good start, just knowing that this wasn't entirely a lost cause. "Do it again." What? Like once was it forever. He wanted to see him try again. "Can you do it again?"
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There's kind of a rush that comes with it, something a little bit beyond just the accomplishment of doing something he didn't think he could do, something deeper. But he's not dwelling on any of that right now, he's too busy riding the high of this new development.
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All good reasons and all good motivators. He smiled. It was often that Paco smiled but there he was, smiling. Because he had something. A small ray of hope. It had been a long, long time since he felt anything like this. "If you could get stronger, we could be unstoppable."