Cisco casts one last glance at the flustered cashier as they leave the store. He leans a little into Hartley's side, his own voice lower in response, "You gotta show me what you're workin' with later." He winks as he falls into step next to him.
Despite the facade while they were out after that kick in his gut as he'd reminded himself of all the things he didn't want to think about, it isn't long after they get home that it fades. The amusement dies and as he helps Hartley put things away, the heavy feeling he'd barely managed to escape earlier starts creeping back in. It's in his face, his movements, everything, because Cisco is a terrible liar unless he's really trying or has enough of a distraction to manage it.
As if out of nowhere, he's being gut-punched, Cisco's breath catches in his throat and he leans back against the counter. "It's not fair." He says suddenly, voice soft as he tries to keep it even.
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Date: 2017-02-05 04:59 am (UTC)Despite the facade while they were out after that kick in his gut as he'd reminded himself of all the things he didn't want to think about, it isn't long after they get home that it fades. The amusement dies and as he helps Hartley put things away, the heavy feeling he'd barely managed to escape earlier starts creeping back in. It's in his face, his movements, everything, because Cisco is a terrible liar unless he's really trying or has enough of a distraction to manage it.
As if out of nowhere, he's being gut-punched, Cisco's breath catches in his throat and he leans back against the counter. "It's not fair." He says suddenly, voice soft as he tries to keep it even.