Text: Cisco

Cisco: I can’t explain it over the phone. I’ll talk to you when you get home.
Violet: Home is Barry’s house, Cisco. So don’t worry about having Hartley over and getting busy in the living room or something and me walking in unannounced. I won’t do that anymore. But I can’t talk tonight. I don’t know when I’ll be done. Probably middle of the night.
Cisco: Then why did I even bother making you a key? This was supposed to be /our/ place. Fine, then I guess you’ll never know. Have fun with whatever you’re doing.