Hartley sighed, opening the door and leaning against the wall. “Cisquito. Podemos ver una película juntos. No burlarse de usted. Nos podemos besar para hacerte sentir mejor.” The spanish was spoken softly and cajolingly. “That way you don’t have to repress your emotions we can just redirect it, alright?”
“Eso no lo hace mejor las cosas, Hartley. No sé dónde está mi hermana o si está aún con vida.” Cisco muttered, the spanish rolling off his tongue. “Fine. She’s probably just fine and all curled up on Cold’s couch.” he said, spinning his desk chair around. “How does The Hobbit sound? I promise I’ll keep my commentary to a minimum.” He said with a small smile. Cisco could still feel the energy surging through his body. He needed to calm down.
Cisco backup 