themaninthelightning:

fransciscoramon:

“Just- Get out of here,” Cisco said before turning to his desk and storing the tech safely away. “And good riddance.” He muttered under his breath.

Eobard hesitated for a fraction of a second, wanting to say more, without really having anything to say. He’d delivered both gift and message, there wasn’t any need to linger, and certainly staying would only aggravate Cisco, but there was some part of Eobard that wanted–no. In a red flash and between one breath and the next, he left.