Caitlin may still be involved, but at a greater distance than before. The team was fracturing, and Eobard couldn’t help but suspect his actions had much to do with that. “Tomorrow is too soon. Give yourself a week or two to rest,” Eobard cautioned. “Consider the scale of what you’ve just done.” He kept his voice soft, non-accusing, reminding Cisco of his guilt without being too pointed about it. “Your body needs time to recover.” He intended to stop by the Cortex sometime soon and check on Barry’s status. The younger speedster had checked on him, after all, that seemed a favor worth returning.
“My body is fine, Eobard. But I won’t complain to a little downtime.” Cisco said with a ghost of a smile. “Gives me time to clean, and enough naps to last me at least a month. Should be fun. Star Trek marathon, pjs, and a fridge full of food. I guess I’ll probably just head on out then. My head is killing me.” His eyes squeezed shut, hoping he could will the headache away.
Cisco backup 