Hartley watched Cisco carefully, hearing the frequency increase. “I mean about Team Flash and Harrison Wells not being Harrison Wells.” Hartley couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of guilt for bringing it up to Cisco but he needed to find out what’s happening. In a slightly awkward display of kinship, Hartley reached over and rested a hand on Cisco’s shoulder. Unfortunately, Hartley’s bravado had completely dissipated from before, the gravity of his now pain-free hearing really settling in and the gratitude seeping out and he really didn’t know how to handle it.
It was as if a switch flipped inside as he felt the dynamic change between them. “Yeah, that’s all old news, bud.” Cisco said, leaning into the couch. He felt the hand on his shoulder and raised an eyebrow as he looked over at Hartley. “Oooh, is this a friendly or flirty touch? With you I never know.”
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