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Hartley chuckled. “Because people do stupid things for the people they love, Ciscquito.” Hartley brushed his lips against Cisco’s once more, this time only barely making contact before smoothly exiting, moving towards the kitchen and rummaging through, looking for ingredients. “I’ve never made a pie before. It should be simple, however, for someone like me.” He called out from the kitchen. Quite pleased when he found a frozen pie shell in the freezer.

As Hartley’s back was turned, Cisco fell dramatically back on the couch, covering his face that had a distinct blush covering it. Love. He just said he loved me. Well, not in those in words, but STILL. Cisco thought to himself frantically. He rolled swiftly off the couch and waltzed into the kitchen, jumping up onto an empty counter space. “So what kind of pie are you making for me, Mr. Baker?”