"Good. I never feel like going anywhere." A slight exaggeration perhaps, but in all honesty, really just a slight one. Hartley watches Cisco right now and of course the pain is plain to see. Cisco has no poker face and he has always been far too easy to read, even before they've become as close as they are now. "We'll stay in. Do nothing. Watch something." Hartley is fairly sure that right now Cisco has sunken so deep into his grief - understandably - that whatever he's saying is just a few steps above white noise. "Or I can practise my lap dance skills on you. Good evening, ma'am."

Those last few words are to address the cashier, who proceeds to stare at them both with wide eyes while Hartley hands her the wares to scan.