Hartley couldn’t help but wince, trying to stop the normal sneer from forming at the idea that Cisco would fix something for him but pursed his lips. I suppose. Hartley couldn’t help the sour expression on his face but sighed. I have no other choice, do I?
It doesn’t seem like it. I have clean clothes and a bunch of hot water so you can clean up. Cisco smiled, patting the man gently on the back, turning him in the direction of the city.
