Hartley sat up further, the blankets shifting so that Cisco could see that Cisco’s shirt and pillow were what he had been clinging to. “I don’t wanna eat,” he whined softly, hoping that if he sounded pitiful enough that Cisco wouldn’t force him to. “I just sorta want to hear it. What you said before.” Hartley flushed, the thought driving him back into his ball of blankets and Cisco’s items.
Cisco smiled at the pillow and shirt he’d given Len. It was really great knowing he went through and gave the things to Hart. As he retreated into the blankets once more, he set the soup to the side and kicked off his shoes before moving closer to the man. “You need to eat, love. You can’t heal if you don’t nourish your body.” He cooed, rubbing circles on Hartley’s back.
