Hartley laughed. “Because it was for science. And you wanted me to keep going to it was only right that you not wiggle around. Clearly the you that has no control is a whole lot better at controlling himself than the you /with/ control,” he teased. “I can do it again and we can test how /this/ you will react if you’d like. Again, all for science, of course.”
“For science, my ass. Hartley, you’re a terrible liar.” Cisco laughed, grabbing pillows and setting them in his lap as some form of protection. “I’m good. Do you have any questions for me?”
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