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Hartley looked utterly broken. “You got me in bed because you said you liked me.” Hartley took off one of his gloves, reaching out with a shaking hand and gently pushing back Cisco’s hair to see if the mark he’d left was still there. The faint but notable outline was there, right where he had placed it. “I was the one that gave you this,” he said softly, brushing a thumb lightly over the mark before withdrawing his hand sadly. “You’re a good actor, Cisquito. Your look of confusion looks authentic. But please, save it for the stage. I already understand that it was a joke to you. Please don’t kick me when I’m down.”

“Are you delusional?” Cisco said, pulling away from the touch. “That’s just rope burn from when I was taken in by Oliver. I realize we weren’t the best of friends at STAR Labs, but I wouldn’t purposely try to hurt you emotionally,” He was genuinely beginning to worry for the man. “Hartley, seriously. Are you okay?”