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Hartley reached out, cupping Cisco’s cheek, still looking incredibly concerned. “Cisquito. Sit down.” He gently directed Cisco down to the couch. “Explain what just happened. Your eyes unfocused and your breathing was erratic. You truly don’t remember what happened with me, do you? I thought you were making fun of me.” Hartley’s hand had made its way automatically to Cisco’s knee without even thinking and rubbed his thumb in circles soothingly. “Tell me, Cisco. Tell me what you experienced. If you don’t remember what we shared then you have no reason to trust me. But please. Believe me. I lo–. I care about you. I want to help you. I can fill in the pieces of what you shared with me then and my hypothesis and we can work together. You’re brilliant. And I’m a genius. And you don’t remotely care about me so you don’t have to worry about me getting hurt. The… other… you… cared about me. But this way is better. I can help and then you can discard me and there’s no harm. But indulge me. Let me help.” 

Cisco allowed the man to direct him to the couch, his body almost numb from the vibe. “Make fun of you? Why would I do that? I have no reason to hurt you like that, Hartley, and I wouldn’t do that even if I did!” He explained. Sure, he and Hartley never really got along, but that didn’t mean he wanted to harm the man in any way. “I don’t remember anything from the past few weeks. Nothing past finding my sister’s letter on my counter and calling a, um, friend to go help her.” He didn’t even flinch at the hand on his knee. It was a welcome touch. “We were…together. Cuddling. Drinking together. You were -” Cisco stopped, knowing Hartley probably knew what had happened. “I don’t really want to talk about hypotheses or my amnesia, to be completely honest. It’s just been a crazy few days, and I just want to get away from it.”