“No, you need to sleep. That’s what we’re gonna focus on. Finding a way to sleep.” Barry frowned at him before looking up at the bartender and smiling. “Yeah, I’ve got him. Thanks.” He quickly paid Cisco’s bill before taking his elbow gently. “Come on, lets get you home.”
“Sleeps for punks, and I’m notta punk.” Cisco said, turning his head toward Barry as he guided him towards the door. “Can’t I have one more? Once we get home? Oooh! I should text Vi. Tell her we’re gon’ hang out at my place. She’s gotta key. It’s purple!” Cisco really didn’t want to sleep – that meant he had to inevitably face his death, again. He’d avoid sleep for as long as he could before he was running on empty.
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