Lisa smiled gently at him, ears ringing from his holler. She couldn’t help but tell him the truth. “By weird do you mean your PTSD night terrors OR the fact you’re a meta?” she asked, still wincing from his shout.
She came back to the bed, sitting near him she reached out and stroked his cheek. “Don’t worry, you’re secret is safe with me. Promise. And if you want, I’ll make some breakfast.”
“Wait, what?” He said, sitting up in the bed. “What exactly happened? What did I do, Lisa.” He got up and approached his friend. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
Cisco backup 