Leonard had been enjoying the evening. And then he spotted Cisco. He tried to ignore the kid. It was a public place, and the things he wanted to say were things that should be spoken of in private. But then he saw Cisco smiling, laughing, having a good time with Hartley.
Not that there was anything wrong with Hartley. Good kid. But Cisco had hurt Lisa, had never apologized for it. He had been one of the few people Lisa trusted, and he’d thrown that in her face. Not to mention he’d managed to destroy parts of the city, kill dozens of people, and yet here he was, hanging out a party, acting like there wasn’t a care in the world, while Lisa was in a coma.
This shouldn’t come as a surprise. Snarts were never lucky. Len had learned long ago the world wasn’t fair.
“Hello, Cisco,” Leonard said as he stopped beside the kid. The words were friendly enough, but the tone was cold enough to drop the temperature a few degrees. It was taking all his self-control to not punch the stupid kid in the face. “You never did get back to me about being a Rogue. I’m almost disappointed.”
“Snart.” Cisco nodded towards the man, taking a stap away to maintain his personal bubble. “I never contacted you about being a rogue. Why would I want to be a rogue? I’m not a baddie.” He questioned, his face twisting in confusion.
