Hartley peeked his head out from the ball and his glasses were fogged up. Sheepishly, he patted down his hair over the bandages and lifting his glasses up. “I didn’t mean to be mean.”
A gentle smile spread across Cisco’s face as Hartley poked his head out. “It’s fine. Nothing to fuss over. How are you?” He asked, crossing the the bed and sitting on the edge near Hartley. “I’m really sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up.”
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