He was genuinely suprised when there was a knock at the door. “Violet, if you lost you key I might have to make you do chores.” Cisco laughed, opening the door to see Hartley. The smile disappeared from his face as he looked at the man who’d been his rival all these years. “Hartley? What the hell? How do you know where I live?”
When the door opened, Hartley felt all of his breath leave at once like he had been punched in the chest. All of the bravado he had been storing, left all at once leaving nothing but the angry tears and a defeated expression. “Cisco.” His voice broke. “I just… I want to know why you did it. Why you left. I thought we… I thought you were different than the others and it ended just the same and I’ve been going over all of the different probabilities and I can’t figure it out. Was it just to make fun of me? Was it just to see if you could get me in bed? Because I’m used to people leaving me. I’m used to waking up to an empty bed. But for some ungodly reason I thought this was different. And now you’re looking at me like I’m dirt beneath your feet. And I just want to know what I did wrong.”
“Hartley, what are you talking about?” He said, a puzzled look plastered on his face. “I haven’t seen you in a /long/ time. I didn’t get you in bed. Why would I get you in bed?” Cisco was completely and utterly confused. Was Hartley delusional, or is this yet another thing Cisco doesn’t remember? He was hoping for Hartley being delusional.
Cisco backup 