He's never been more glad to not be alone in a moment than this. He's not sure he could have handled this without Hartley at all. He doesn't respond, mostly because he can't and it's not like there's anything to say anyway.
The rest of the time at the hospital is a rushed blur of goodbyes and protocols. By the time they make it back home, in the all-too early hours of the morning, Cisco's reached a comfortably numb phase. At least it's better than the tears. His breaths are still a little stuttered, not quite as even as he'd like, but he isn't just smack in the middle of a breakdown anymore. For now? He's not sure it's over completely, so that may be more appropriate.
Cisco sighs heavily as he leans against the apartment door as they get inside. What's he supposed to do now? Live like it's all the same, and nothing's changed? He scrubs a hand down his face and pushes off of the door, turning long enough to make sure the locks are set, and heads toward the bedroom. "I'm just...gonna go to bed." And it sounds like that handful of words took a lot for him to even manage just now, but his fingers brush Hartley's as he walks by him to go crawl into bed. He doesn't think his boyfriend will be all that far behind.
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Date: 2016-12-28 04:15 am (UTC)The rest of the time at the hospital is a rushed blur of goodbyes and protocols. By the time they make it back home, in the all-too early hours of the morning, Cisco's reached a comfortably numb phase. At least it's better than the tears. His breaths are still a little stuttered, not quite as even as he'd like, but he isn't just smack in the middle of a breakdown anymore. For now? He's not sure it's over completely, so that may be more appropriate.
Cisco sighs heavily as he leans against the apartment door as they get inside. What's he supposed to do now? Live like it's all the same, and nothing's changed? He scrubs a hand down his face and pushes off of the door, turning long enough to make sure the locks are set, and heads toward the bedroom. "I'm just...gonna go to bed." And it sounds like that handful of words took a lot for him to even manage just now, but his fingers brush Hartley's as he walks by him to go crawl into bed. He doesn't think his boyfriend will be all that far behind.