Cisco neither hates or loves the time alone. Some part of him appreciates it, another part just silently counts the seconds until he hears the soft footsteps coming down the hallway. The second he's next to him, he curls against Hartley, seeking both the warmth and the comfort. Hartley may feel like he's at a loss, but there's little more Cisco could want or need from him right now.
"Not really..." his voice is quiet, a little hoarse and there's a frown etched into his features. He's silent for a little while, tracing patterns against the material of Hartley's shirt. Despite his denial for sharing stories, his next words seem to just bubble out of their own will, "We used to be closer... when we were kids. Til I was like, nine or ten, I guess. That's when he started pulling away." He shrugs one shoulder. "No teenager wants to hang out with their kid brother, I guess. I always hoped it'd change...in the future, somehow, we'd come full circle. The gap wouldn't matter and we'd be close again." His voice drops to a whispers. "So much for that."
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Date: 2016-12-28 04:48 am (UTC)"Not really..." his voice is quiet, a little hoarse and there's a frown etched into his features. He's silent for a little while, tracing patterns against the material of Hartley's shirt. Despite his denial for sharing stories, his next words seem to just bubble out of their own will, "We used to be closer... when we were kids. Til I was like, nine or ten, I guess. That's when he started pulling away." He shrugs one shoulder. "No teenager wants to hang out with their kid brother, I guess. I always hoped it'd change...in the future, somehow, we'd come full circle. The gap wouldn't matter and we'd be close again." His voice drops to a whispers. "So much for that."