Hartley is wide awake the moment he hears how Cisco's voice changes. He sits up and reaches out to put a hand on Cisco's shoulder, overhearing more than he means to, simply because of how his hearing works. He knows before Cisco talks and until he is ready to talk, he simply wraps his arms around him, holding him without agency, other than to be there.

When Cisco finally explains, he nods, not letting go. "I'll get you there, Cisquito. Come on. Let's get dressed."

Not that they are naked, but not ready to go out either. So he takes Cisco by the arm and leads him to the bedroom, handing him a jacket while he pulls his own hoodie on. He isn't sure if there are any words of comfort that he can or should offer. Everything that comes to mind sounds either hollow or fake.

"I'm with you," he finally offers, still in Spanish, and he means it.