When he comes home to find Axel in his apartment, Cisco probably shouldn't be that surprised at this point. He should also probably be more concerned or at least angry about it, but he doesn't have it in him, really.
"Something is wrong," he mumbles, dropping down on his couch, tucking himself into the corner of it, knees drawn up to his chest to rest his chin on the tops of his knees. "talking isn't really my jam in the middle of a breakup, okay?" he scoffs a little and shakes his head, "Guess you got what you wanted."
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Date: 2017-02-24 04:17 pm (UTC)"Something is wrong," he mumbles, dropping down on his couch, tucking himself into the corner of it, knees drawn up to his chest to rest his chin on the tops of his knees. "talking isn't really my jam in the middle of a breakup, okay?" he scoffs a little and shakes his head, "Guess you got what you wanted."