Eobard clicked his tongue, shrugged with one shoulder. “Call it fate.” The early 21st century was beginning to feel like a rut he couldn’t escape. He wasn’t any happier about it than Cisco looked. “Unless you mean back as in, ‘back at S.T.A.R. Labs,’ then I’m here to pay you a courtesy call and…” His hands were back in the air again, waving vaguely the empty space that he could fill with ‘I’m sorry.’ “Check on my lab.”
“By back, I mean back in Central City.” Cisco said calmly, turning the tech around in his hands. It intrigued him more than anything he’s ever seen. “Your lab? Your lab? No. This stopped being your lab after you lied to us all, Thawne. This is our lab now.” He fumed, standing up for himself for the first time in what felt like forever. “You can leave.”
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