Moving through the halls wasn't proving nearly quite the issue Cisco had expected, thanks to Hartley's help up ahead. He sends a silent thanks and makes a mental note to properly thank him for it later.
Though Paco's question kind of trips him up, Cisco doesn't lose his footing or his grip on his boyfriend's doppelganger. The way everything from his E-2 counterpart always lowkey in the background felt like a test, so did this, but-- "You do it, we can't risk me fucking it up." And that was just the hard truth of it, honestly. No matter that he's gotten this far, that he's certainly leaps and bounds better and more confident in his powers since Paco started training him, Cisco would never forgive himself if he did something to screw this rescue up. Better to go with the safe bet for now.
"A flute?" He can wrap his mind around a doppelgänger, that seems to rather fit the theme of this rescue, but how exactly is anyone being stopped with a flute? Hart likes music, loves it even, but he wouldn't have thought that the power of song could do much of anything for them right now. Yet here they are and so he questions it, but not with too much insistence. Explanations can wait.
He leans heavily against Paco, in spite of his best efforts, his consciousness slipping. "I'm sorry. I might pass out."
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Though Paco's question kind of trips him up, Cisco doesn't lose his footing or his grip on his boyfriend's doppelganger. The way everything from his E-2 counterpart always lowkey in the background felt like a test, so did this, but-- "You do it, we can't risk me fucking it up." And that was just the hard truth of it, honestly. No matter that he's gotten this far, that he's certainly leaps and bounds better and more confident in his powers since Paco started training him, Cisco would never forgive himself if he did something to screw this rescue up. Better to go with the safe bet for now.
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He leans heavily against Paco, in spite of his best efforts, his consciousness slipping. "I'm sorry. I might pass out."