"I'll be there in a second." Hartley doesn't really know what to do with himself, but he gives Cisco the time alone. It's habit more than anything that has him reach for his phone and dial his mother's number. He holds it to his ear while he walks around the kitchen, waiting until it cuts to voicemail, hearing the few seconds he can of his mother talking in a friendly tone. Of course he doesn't leave a message, he knows better than that.

Instead he puts the phone away and then heads for the bedroom, closing the door behind him and then climbing into bed next to Cisco so he can wrap his arms around him. What is he supposed to do? "Do you want to talk about him?"