Hartley sighed louder, looking very childlike and was about to open his mouth to retort before Cisco reached out and tucked some of his hair behind his ear, brushing against the bandages. Hartley stiffened, the change happening drastically and quickly. His body seemed to lock down, his muscles flexed and was poised to spring at any moment. He looked terrified. “Please don’t hurt me,” he squeaked out softly.
Cisco withdrew his hand as the man tensed up. “Why would I hurt you, mi amor?” He asked, his head cocked to the side. “Yo nunca haría eso
,” the spanish rolled of his tongue effortlessly as his hand found Hartley’s.
