“Cisco,” Len said in a cool voice. The kid looked more Cisco-ish than he had that time in the alley. But that was meaningless right now. He was still too angry about everything. Still, Lisa had loved him, and Violet cared for him. They were two of the three reasons why Len didn’t just kill Cisco right now. “So what do you want?”
“I have some things for Hartley. It’s all in the bag. Soup, a pillow, a shirt, some chocolate. The basics, really.” He said before sliding it across the table. “Hopefully it will make him feel a bit better.” Cisco leaned his elbows on the table and stared at Len. “So what was that at the gala? Before everything happened? I hardly heard you before everything started happening.”
Cisco backup 