rathawayxhartley:

fransciscoramon:

rathawayxhartley:

“Why am I still here?” He repeated incredulously. “Because I’m giving you a choice, Cisco. You say that you love me and that I’m not an experiment so prove it because I’m not going to sneak around with you. I’m not going to feel guilty about holding your hand. I tried that at the Gala, Cisco. And then I nearly lost you. You could have died. How am I supposed to go about my life putting it all on some kind of hold just because you’re afraid? I’m too old to pretend that I’m just your gay sidekick. I’m too old to be ashamed of my sexuality because I was in love with yet another ‘heteroflexible’ man. So there’s your choice. We’re either publicly together or not at all.”

“You don’t have to sneak around with me. I mean, I really was excited about the Gala, but it really scared me. You were seriously injured that night, and I don’t think I would have forgiven myself if you were hurt worse or even killed that night.” He trailed, rubbing his eyes. “I’m not asking to put your life on hold. I just need to figure out how I’m supposed to bring it up to my family. Don’t be ashamed of who you are, Hart. Not on account of me.” Cisco muttered. He sat and sared at his feet while he mustered up th courage to speak again. “Maybe it’s better if we just go our separate ways while I figure all this out.” He said weakly, his voice cracking towards the end.

“Fine. You’ll get a package with the things you loaned me soon. You’re a smart man. There are wikihow articles on how to come out to your parents. It’s not that hard. But don’t come out to them on account of me. We’ve made our choice.” Hartley turned, going to the door and opening it, stepping out before stopping. “I’ve thought you were many things, Francisco, but a coward was never one of them. It seems I misjudged you. Pity.” Hartley didn’t wait for Cisco’s response before pulling the door shut behind him angrily, striding away without looking back.