Hartley slowly approached Cisco, reaching out and gently resting a hand on his shoulder. “Let me distract you, Cisquito. You need to release this emotion surge, alright? Repressing it will make it even more dangerous when it comes out. Have you ever tried sexual release? The endorphins theoretically should get it in control.”
“No, and I’m not really wanting to right now.” Cisco said moving his body so the man’s hand fell from his shoulder. “Thanks, but no thanks, Hart. I know how to handle my emotions.” He stepped around the man and headed out to the living room.
Cisco backup 