At least Barry had been sober enough to see Caitlin and Cisco to cabs before he'd given up and gone back to bed. That way Joe could keep track of them both now that he was sure his son was conked out soundly in his room, twitching and dreaming just like he did long before the lightning had taken their lives and turned it sideways.
Joe knew exactly how to get in to Cisco's place and it only takes him a few minutes before he's keying the lock open and letting himself in to put down the box of donuts and paper cup of coffee.
He steals quietly down the hallway, moving to make sure that Cisco is quietly sleeping on the bed and with a quiet smile, tugs a blanket up and over the young man before padding back into the kitchen to at least set up his coffee maker so he can have coffee and donuts whenever he does wake up.
And he did sleep for a good, solid handful of hours before he's squinting against sunlight pouring in through the window. He growls and tugs the blankets over his head to try and hide and go back to sleep.
That didn't last long.
He groans and throws the blankets back and pushes himself to his feet. He makes his way to the kitchen, "Nngh-- Tylenol me." he mumbles, waving a hand in the general direction of the cabinet they were in as he pours a cup of coffee for himself.
Joe hides a grin in his coffee as Cisco stumbles blearily out of his room and towards the coffee pot where his TARDIS mug was already waiting for him. "Right in front of you, Cisco." Tylenol and water, at the ready.
After Francine, Joe didn't make a habit of more than a drink or two on occasion, but that doesn't mean he doesn't recall the crushing power of a hangover after a really good bender with friends twenty-odd years ago.
"You're the best Team Dad." Cisco mutters tiredly as he picks up the pills and pops them in his mouth with a drink of water. He squints at the coffee, but he'll finish the water first before he starts drowning himself in caffeine.
He grabs his glass of water and heads over to drop down into a chair at the table. "I think my brain is trying to explode." He mimes the action with his hand, fingers moving in a flourish to symbolize an explosion.
"Team Dad?" A grin as he mulls that over in his head. Not a bad title, really. Maybe he can get it put on a mug or something. Along with a "Grumpy Bastard" mug for Wells..
Thoughts for later, anyway.
"You'll be fine Cisco. Just get some food in you, a good shower and you'll shake it off. You're still young enough you can." He winks over his shoulder as he fishes out a mug for his own coffee. "That breakfast isn't gonna eat itself son, get started."
"I mean, you kinda are," he shrugs a little. He hadn't really thought much when he'd said it, but it was true. Joe didn't know how to turn the Dad Instincts off and if he were being completely honest, Cisco didn't mind it at all.
He obliges to the urging to eat because he's 79% sure that's at least half of his problem. That and dehydration, so he makes sure to sip at the water between bites too. He even manages to talk himself into that whole shower idea Joe had shoved at him and he did feel somewhat more human as he steps back into the living room.
"I'm still 43% sure my head might explode." He says, dropping utterly ungracefully onto the couch, wedging himself into the corner
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Date: 2016-08-21 02:06 am (UTC)Joe knew exactly how to get in to Cisco's place and it only takes him a few minutes before he's keying the lock open and letting himself in to put down the box of donuts and paper cup of coffee.
He steals quietly down the hallway, moving to make sure that Cisco is quietly sleeping on the bed and with a quiet smile, tugs a blanket up and over the young man before padding back into the kitchen to at least set up his coffee maker so he can have coffee and donuts whenever he does wake up.
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Date: 2016-08-21 10:39 pm (UTC)That didn't last long.
He groans and throws the blankets back and pushes himself to his feet. He makes his way to the kitchen, "Nngh-- Tylenol me." he mumbles, waving a hand in the general direction of the cabinet they were in as he pours a cup of coffee for himself.
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Date: 2016-08-22 12:53 pm (UTC)After Francine, Joe didn't make a habit of more than a drink or two on occasion, but that doesn't mean he doesn't recall the crushing power of a hangover after a really good bender with friends twenty-odd years ago.
Christ he's getting old.
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Date: 2016-09-08 04:14 pm (UTC)He grabs his glass of water and heads over to drop down into a chair at the table. "I think my brain is trying to explode." He mimes the action with his hand, fingers moving in a flourish to symbolize an explosion.
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Date: 2016-09-08 05:01 pm (UTC)Thoughts for later, anyway.
"You'll be fine Cisco. Just get some food in you, a good shower and you'll shake it off. You're still young enough you can." He winks over his shoulder as he fishes out a mug for his own coffee. "That breakfast isn't gonna eat itself son, get started."
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Date: 2016-09-21 01:50 am (UTC)He obliges to the urging to eat because he's 79% sure that's at least half of his problem. That and dehydration, so he makes sure to sip at the water between bites too. He even manages to talk himself into that whole shower idea Joe had shoved at him and he did feel somewhat more human as he steps back into the living room.
"I'm still 43% sure my head might explode." He says, dropping utterly ungracefully onto the couch, wedging himself into the corner