Violet sighed. “I just want to be able to help him, you know? Like… I dunno when we slept together I felt all… /complete/. And I hate how stereotypically gross and romantic I’m being. Like every being in my soul is crying out in pain because it’s so GROSS.”
“By sleep together, you just mean sleep, right?” Cisco asked, his comforting hand pausing. “That’s love, Vi. That’s just how it works.”
