themaninthelightning:

Of all the reactions he’d expected, an outright refusal to believe in reality had not been among them. Eobard blinked. “All right. Your imagination brought you a present.” He waggled the gift at Cisco enticingly. “I missed you.”

He knew that probably wasn’t what Cisco wanted to hear. Of all the young potential that he has fostered, Cisco might be his favorite. He wasn’t in a hurry to sacrifice the younger man again. “This time, I’m not here to take. I’m here to give.”

“A present? Really?” Cisco scoffed, leaning back in the chair. “I don’t know whether to be grateful you don’t want to kill me or scared that somehow you’re back. Probably both. Yeah. Both would be good.” He held his hand out for the gift. “What is it, anyway?”

Cisco shook the small box, examining it in his hands. “Give and not to take? Sorry if I find that hard to believe.”