"We've had too much time to see how much either of us can achieve alone, Cisquito. It just stands to reason that together we'd be unstoppable. It's not faith, it's logic." Hartley is smiling when he says it and he rolls over to his side, then a bit further, so he comes to partially lie on top of Cisco. "I know it can't have been easy. Seeing what they have been through and learning that his, well, his Hart is still trapped. But if it wasn't for that, we might never have known. You already did more than Paco thought possible."
He smiles a little, unable to stop it even if he'd wanted to just then. Leave it to Hartley to make something logical. Cisco's arms wrap around him, an almost instinctual reaction as Hartley settles against him. "It was so bad, Hartley." He reaches up with one hand and cards his fingers slowly through his boyfriend's hair. "We gotta get him outta there."
"It sounds bad, yes." Of course he's only gotten the summary from Cisco and it really hadn't painted the clearest picture on the whole. But a dark picture, very much. He has no doubt about how awful this is, they've all had more than enough exposure to Zoom. "I'd like to understand why he's still alive. Do you think Zoom isn't sure whether Paco is dead? Is it just to be a sadist or is there any further reason?"
"I don't know," he frowns a little at the thought. That was the thing... they were running on the assumption that Zoom knows Paco to be dead, and the advantage it'd give them, but what if Hartley's right? What if he somehow had reason to suspect he wasn't? " I mean, I won't deny Zoom's obviously a sadist, but...why keep him around if he thinks Paco's dead? This seemed so...targeted. If the reason he had him in the first place is out of the picture, maybe there's another reason he's kept him around."
Things Cisco never thought he'd need to do in his life? Contemplate a serial killer's reasons for anything.
"Exactly. I've no idea what the reason is, if there is one, but it's something to consider." Hartley almost wishes he knew Zoom better - in a bizarre way - because then he might have been able to figure this out. He's supposed to be good at this, but he doesn't have enough information. "I don't know. I just know that this isn't getting us anywhere."
That said he pushed himself up and moved his hands to either side of Cisco, so he could lie down on top of him. He might be mostly blind, semi-dark and without his glasses, but he still finds Cisco's lips, after some failed attempts have him kiss his cheek and chin and - for a moment - his nose. "You need rest." Maybe lightly nipping Cisco's lower lip while pinning him down isn't the biggest help toward relaxing.
"Yeah...I guess you're right." He was, of course. Because they could theorize all night and still be no closer to answers than they were right now. There was no use losing sleep over it. ...Or at least any more sleep than he already had.
He smiles as Hartley moves to lie on top of him, eventually finding his lips after a couple of failed attempts. "Mmm, probably, yeah." Cisco mumbles against his lips. "But I kind of like this better," he kisses Hartley again, one arm snaking around his waist, his free hand sliding up to rest against his cheek.
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Things Cisco never thought he'd need to do in his life? Contemplate a serial killer's reasons for anything.
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That said he pushed himself up and moved his hands to either side of Cisco, so he could lie down on top of him. He might be mostly blind, semi-dark and without his glasses, but he still finds Cisco's lips, after some failed attempts have him kiss his cheek and chin and - for a moment - his nose. "You need rest." Maybe lightly nipping Cisco's lower lip while pinning him down isn't the biggest help toward relaxing.
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He smiles as Hartley moves to lie on top of him, eventually finding his lips after a couple of failed attempts. "Mmm, probably, yeah." Cisco mumbles against his lips. "But I kind of like this better," he kisses Hartley again, one arm snaking around his waist, his free hand sliding up to rest against his cheek.