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: 2016-08-22 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