“I don’t know. We’ve only cuddled like once and that was like half a year ago and like the last person I saw you wrapped around was a naked man. I don’t know. But come on, we can go to my room because it doesn’t have any Hartley connections and we can just rest. You don’t have to sleep but we can just snuggle and I can tell you all about my plans with Barry. I’m going to take him to Detroit.”
“Okay, fine.” Cisco said, not wanting to argue with the woman. He rolled off the couch, blanket and all before pulling himself to his feet. With the blanket draped over his shoulders, he shuffled to the kitchen and grabbed a cider from the fridge, popped the top off and shuffled over to the hallway. “You coming? You’re welcome to make yourself a drink. I just restocked not too long ago.” He said with a small smile. “I ate all the ice cream, though. Sorry.”
Cisco backup 