Roy frowned slightly at the foreign bitterness in Cisco’s tone. “Be my guest.” He shrugged, offering the bottle towards the other man, though the concerned frown didn’t leave his face. “What’s wrong? You seem… I don’t know, worked up?”
Cisco took the bottle from the man and took a long draw from it. His face twisted as the liquid burned his throat. “I’m fine.” He said matter-of-factly, taking another drink. “Nothing I can’t handle. Just life kicking my ass once again.”
