"I didn't say you would." The scrunchy confused face says he's too drunk at this point to connect the implication to his own statement. Sorry, Hart.
He tilts his head and peeks over at Axel, smiling a little. "I don't always make the best decisions. And also I didn't really choose to like you, I just do." His gaze falters, eyes dropping down to watch his own fingers tap an idle rhythm against Hartley's chest.
His voice is quieter with his next words, a frown creasing across his forehead. "even though I probably shouldn't and I kinda feel bad about it." His eyes dart back up to Axel, "Not that liking you is necessarily bad," even if technically it is asking for something chaotic, "but I shouldn't like you like that, or anyone else." Now he's looking at Hartley again. "It's not fair." To you. It's unspoken, but it's there, in the guilty way he looks at him. Cisco's grip on Hartley's hand tightens a little.
His gaze drops away from both of them again, lips drawing together as he tries to sort out where to go from there. It's all kind of a lot, and he probably wouldn't have said any of it out loud without the tequila. He can't decide if it might have all been better left unsaid. "Emotions are weird and hard and confusing." Such a novel idea for the two he's laying here with, clearly. They neither have any experience with ignoring their feelings because of that exact sentiment. Nope. Not at all. "It's supposed to be easy and clear cut and solid and it's nothing like that at all." And he's pouting now. Emotions are totally rude and unfair.
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Date: 2017-03-23 12:10 am (UTC)He tilts his head and peeks over at Axel, smiling a little. "I don't always make the best decisions. And also I didn't really choose to like you, I just do." His gaze falters, eyes dropping down to watch his own fingers tap an idle rhythm against Hartley's chest.
His voice is quieter with his next words, a frown creasing across his forehead. "even though I probably shouldn't and I kinda feel bad about it." His eyes dart back up to Axel, "Not that liking you is necessarily bad," even if technically it is asking for something chaotic, "but I shouldn't like you like that, or anyone else." Now he's looking at Hartley again. "It's not fair." To you. It's unspoken, but it's there, in the guilty way he looks at him. Cisco's grip on Hartley's hand tightens a little.
His gaze drops away from both of them again, lips drawing together as he tries to sort out where to go from there. It's all kind of a lot, and he probably wouldn't have said any of it out loud without the tequila. He can't decide if it might have all been better left unsaid. "Emotions are weird and hard and confusing." Such a novel idea for the two he's laying here with, clearly. They neither have any experience with ignoring their feelings because of that exact sentiment. Nope. Not at all. "It's supposed to be easy and clear cut and solid and it's nothing like that at all." And he's pouting now. Emotions are totally rude and unfair.