“They’re packed with preservatives and negative calories. Those aren’t as good as everyone says they are. You could be eating fresh vegetables, Cisco.” Caitin scowled him gently, she hated having to be the mother hen all the time. “You forget how long I’ve worked with you, Cisco. I know it’s bad when I find piles of taco wrappers or candy wrappers in weird places in the lab. It’s bad when there’s a nails clippings.” She followed behind him, laying the groceries along the countertops.
“Preservatives are so goooood though!” Cisco laughed, leaning on the counter, chin on the faux granite. As she scolded him, his forehead ended up bearing the weight of his head on the counter. He wanted to hide from Cait, hide from the world. “Can I go and hide forever? I feel like a failure since I ended up in the pipeline on the inside of a cell. Hell, I am a failure. Look at me.” He said, staring at his hands under the barcounter.
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