“Talking to yourself again, Cisco?” Oliver echoed from the shadows, his arms dangling to his sides in stark reaction to the boy’s obvious mental distress.
“Shit! Oliver, give a guy a warning next time!” Cisco gasped, hand on his chest. “What are you doing here, don’t you have your girl to go check on? You should go check on her, make sure everything is okay. This was quite the, um, natural disaster for the city.” His words were rushed and nervous, and after he finished his sentence, his eyes darted between Oliver and the shadows behind him, as if something was going to emerge form the shadows and get him.