Hartley sat on the curb outside of the S.T.A.R. Labs for the first time in a long time. He heard the footsteps of someone walking up down the road a couple blocks away but couldn’t be bothered to care who it was. Thoughts and memories floated around in his head, his hands moving in his lap, his thoughts immediately flowing through his fingers in ASL. His sign-name for Harrison Wells frequenting the internal monologue. ‘H’ for Harrison tapped against a balled fist. Betrayal.
The footsteps got louder and finally he couldn’t ignore the thundering steps any longer. “Is there a reason why you’re coming anywhere near me?” Hartley spit out without looking up.
“Not purposely coming near you, Hartley. I would never want to intensionally be in the same vicinity as you ever . I’m here because this is where I work.” Cisco said in a cynical tone. “May I ask why you’re here?”
