Hartley doesn't hesitate, immediately wrapping his arms around Cisco, one hand going up to his hair to run his fingers through the dark strands. He holds himself back from turning his head to actually kiss the top of Cisco's head and he keeps his voice even softer than he normally might have, even though he sticks to Spanish. "I'm sorry, Cisquito. I'm here. I'm so sorry."
What else is there to say? Sometimes there's nothing. Cisco's parents certainly seem to be wordless in their grief as well. Hartley has no idea how to handle this, how to best help Cisco. Being there is about all he can do.
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Date: 2016-12-28 04:02 am (UTC)What else is there to say? Sometimes there's nothing. Cisco's parents certainly seem to be wordless in their grief as well. Hartley has no idea how to handle this, how to best help Cisco. Being there is about all he can do.