"You brought coffee." Hartley mutters that before he even opens his eyes, reaching out to grab Cisco by the arm - his hearing is good enough that he can estimate where he is. He smiles, eyes blinking open but unfocused,from sleep and since he's not currently wearing his glasses, looking up at the vaguely Cisco-like shape. He can smell the coffee and it smells delicious. "I love you. Will you marry me?"
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Date: 2017-03-03 09:09 pm (UTC)He has very strong feelings for coffee.