Text: Hart

Hart: I want to see you.
Hart: I don’t want you to see me but I don’t really have a choice anymore.
Hart: God, Cisco. Why did you have to complicate my life. I was so content with hating people. I was fine on my own.
Cisco: I was told you were being shy. Hart, you don’t have to see me. I’ll still be here. I’m not going anywhere. I complicate a lot of things. I’m sorry.