“Oh. Ew.” Cisco said, sticking his tongue out. He and Oliver never really got along. “Why would you want to talk to him? He’s not very nice. I mean the one time I talked to him, he shot down everything I said.” Cisco said with a semi-frown.
Helena’s voice was soft, almost in a different world. “He used to be different,” she murmured. “He used to smile and laugh with me. I owe him everything.”
“Really?” I guess I never even thought about that.“ He said, sitting up and leaning his back against the foot of the bed. "I’ve just always perceived him in the wrong way, I guess.” Cisco lied, knowing that soon he would be chatting with Oliver about helping him train. He was quite scared about how that might go.
