myheadisaprison | {My double vision gets the best of me

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.]

But I'm glad.

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?

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.

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.

waaaay back when

{Training Sessions

{Don’t wait up for me, I've got a restless mind

{I was lost so long, but found in the nick of time