"No," Hartley agrees, without hesitation, "It's not." He steps up to Cisco, one arm going around him, thumb hooking through his belt loop as he used his grip to pull him closer against himself. His lips brush the side of Cisco's neck, keeping it soft, not teasing, just a presence. "Life isn't fair. I'm sorry."

He's sorry that he's who Cisco has to comfort him right now, because he knows he falls short in a multitude of ways. It almost feels selfish that he's arranged for himself to be in this position, to be his boyfriend, when he's a cynical asshole more than anything and he doesn't have much to offer besides agreeing that the world sucks. No inspirational speeches are about to come from him.