Eobard pursed his lips, slid his glasses off and examined the lenses. “We both know that’s a lie. So I can only assume you already know what’s inside that chair,” he said, cleaning his glasses with the hem of his shirt.
“I don’t know a thing about your chair, Thawne.” Cisco stated in a firm voice. His temper was going to get the best of him if he didn’t calm down. “I will find your freaking chair and get it to you. Now I believe I asked you to leave.” Don’t make me do something I might regret, Cisco thought to himself.
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