Hartley immediately drew back his hand, looking down at the floor. “It’s not old news for me,” he murmured, looking quite hurt and moving one of his hands to his ear, one of his old signs of weakness. “I wasn’t trying to flirt with you then, Cisco. I was… I was trying to do what friends do. Clearly I still have no grasp of the social protocols required.”
“Oh, don’t get shy on me now, Rathaway.” Cisco grinned, cocking his head to the side. “Whether you were flirting or not, I sure was. Typically you would flirt right back, but I guess you aren’t in the mood.” He crossed his arms and sighed, “Yeah. Wells isn’t Wells, I caused an earthquake, I’m no longer a goody goody, yadda yadda yadda.”
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