He can tell from the sleepy note in his own voice that Hartley's not much more awake than he is and he smirks a little. "How convenient." he mutters softly, eyes sliding shut against the feeling of fingers in his hair. Yeah, he could just fall asleep right here, like this, and be fine.

Or his phone could ring and interrupt the very comfortable moment he'd been having. Cisco groans and lays right where he is for a long moment before heaving a sigh, untangling himself from his boyfriend and sitting up to grab the offending device from the end table. There's a confused frown as he picks it up. "My dad?" He shoots a glance at Hartley, bewildered because when's the last time he even got a call from either of his parents. "Hello?"

The confusion fades from his face almost instantly and the sleepy contentment he'd been wrapped up in is swiftly replaced with a harsh awareness, his heart slamming against his chest and a chill slowly flooding in his veins. He's, by habit and default, switched to Spanish, and his words come in a rapid-fire rush. "Wait, wait-- slow down, I don't--" There's a look of horror on his face as he listens. "I-is he gonna be okay? Dad? Dad, is he gonna be okay?"

There's a moment of silence that probably wasn't as long as it felt as he listened to the explanation and then the call is ended and the phone drops to the floor with a thud. He's frozen to the spot for several excruciatingly long minutes, vision blurry, hands shaking, unable to process the news he'd just gotten.

When he finally speaks again, it's still in Spanish because he can't be bothered to switch and Hartley can understand him regardless anyway. "I need to go to the hospital." His voice is thicker than usual. "There was a wreck. Dante... they don't think he's gonna make it."