“Why does everyone assume I’m brooding?” Barry looked up with a smile, lifting an eyebrow at him. “How are you feeling?”
“I guess you just look broody when you’re concentrated on your work.” Cisco smiled, setting his cup on the counter. “Headache is a lot better. Still there, but a whole hell of a lot better. And when I do this-” He stopped, wiggling his fingers out in in the air. “- Nothing happens! It’s great! How’d you sleep?”
