Cisco gives a facial shrug at that. No denying it. As messed up as things are with his parents? Hartley's worse off in that department. Not exactly a game anyone goes looking to win. "Yeah," he mutters softly, nodding a little, "maybe you're right. I just wanna know som..."
He trials off when he hears the footsteps down the hallway, the well-trained neutral voice. "Mr. and Mrs. Ramon?" His breath catches in his throat and the only other thing he hears, around the sound of his own heart thudding in his ears, is "I'm sorry. We did everything we could..."
That's it. That's the world crumbling at his feet. A thousand chances of tomorrow are gone. He can't think. He can't breathe. He doesn't care about pretenses any more, he leans instinctively against Hartley as the first sob is ripped from him.
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Date: 2016-12-28 03:55 am (UTC)He trials off when he hears the footsteps down the hallway, the well-trained neutral voice. "Mr. and Mrs. Ramon?" His breath catches in his throat and the only other thing he hears, around the sound of his own heart thudding in his ears, is "I'm sorry. We did everything we could..."
That's it. That's the world crumbling at his feet. A thousand chances of tomorrow are gone. He can't think. He can't breathe. He doesn't care about pretenses any more, he leans instinctively against Hartley as the first sob is ripped from him.