“Do you think this is a /game/ Cisco? Because it’s not. Pretending like this is the matrix and everything was in my mind isn’t logical nor entertaining. Just explain to me why you ghosted me. And don’t just say ‘because you’re a prick’ because you were just fine with me when I was in your bed making you squirm.”
Cisco was beginning to get upset with the man. He took a few steps back into the kitchen, making it look like he was looking for something. “I don’t mess around, Hartley. Life has quite literally taken a nose dive in the last few weeks.” He paused, fiddling with the bracelets that were still around his wrists, a reminder that he may or may not be in control. “You are a prick, though, Hartley. That’s just a fact. You have not given me any reason to believe otherwise. You weren’t in my bed!” He voice got increasingly louder, and on ‘weren’t’, Cisco slammed his hand on the kitchen counter.
Cisco backup 