Suppose so. [Hartley nods and gets up, because the bus is coming. He crosses his arms and keeps talking, turning to still face Cisco a little.] As I said, I helped him with his medication. He had a hard life, he'd never had anyone care about him, so it's not that surprising he read into it.
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Date: 2017-02-13 12:54 pm (UTC)