"Yeah," he nods a little, "there are some good ones...but it's all they are. Memories." And what good did that do him? "I always thought there'd be time to fix it." A bitter, mirthless laugh escapes him at that. It was a harsh irony, in light of everything he now knows about time and timelines and the way there's never enough of it, or a way to catch it.
"That's something though. I'm sorry, Cisquito." There's really no use to pointing out that things might have never been fixed between them, because ultimately? That hardly matters. He kisses Cisco's hair, tightening his arms around him. There's been a timeline where they never were anything but enemies. That same timeline that has Barry, who he's come to think of as a close friend, still eye him with cautious wariness. Things can change so easily. "I'm sorry it happened."
If it's possible, he curls tighter against Hartley, shifting enough so his cheek rests against his boyfriend's chest, his ear just above his heart. There's not much left to say, but he can can let the soft, steady thud of Hartley's heart lull him to sleep.
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