Hartley frowned, clearly not pleased with being pressured to eat. He sighed, though, peeking his head up again. “If I eat will you say that you love me?”
“Yes.” Cisco smiled. “I’ll say it even if you don’t eat, but I’d really like it if you ate. You can’t starve yourself when you need to heal. If you don’t want soup I can go raid the kitchen for other food.” He laughed, tucking his hair behind his ear.