because he is my friend
texts || patco
Cisco: Patty, hey! What’s up, girl?
Patty: I’m getting together a girls night for Caitlin.
Patty: I asked her who her girlfriends were and she said you.
Cisco: Whaaat? Well I’m flattered!
The L Word |Hartmon
Hartley’s breath hitched and he blinked his eyes open slightly, still looking terrified but his mouth opened a bit, looking pleadingly at Cisco.
“Nobody is going to hurt you, Piper. I’ll protect you.” He soothed, scooting closer and pulling Hartley closer to him, cradling him to his chest. “I got you, Piper. You’re safe.”
[TEXT] Hey, Cisco! I had a question for you.
Cisco: Patty, Hey! What’s up girl?
Practically Family | Cisco & Caitlin
“Hello, Cisco.” She mused with a calm smile, her hands filled with all the goodies she’d picked up for him. A few vegetables and fruit here and there, she hoped he’d at least try and keep himself remotely healthy. “I did, you’ve been reduced to eating TV dinners. I couldn’t let you live like that, what kind of friend would I be? You’re welcome,” she smiled. “What’s going on, Cisco? You’re eating your nails to nailed. There could only be one of two reason why. Either those men grappling in tights are coming to Central City or you’re nervous. I can’t tell if your veiled in sweat for the latter.” Caitlin mused walking farther into his home, successfully deflecting his question.
“Eh, TV dinners aren’t all that bad. They’re those lean cuisines that are supposed to be healthy.” He smiled, closing the door behind the woman and trying to avoid the question. “It’s nothing. Just a nervous habit I’ve picked back up. It got really bad when I was in college. I found myself doing it when I’d start falling asleep in class or when I would start rambling. It was usually the former rather than the latter.” He said, taking his hand from his mouth and shoving it in his pocket as he walked in the kitchen, resisting the urge after rambling like he did.
The L Word |Hartmon
“Shhhh, Hart. It’s okay.” Cisco said, trying to calm the man down from whatever delusion he was having. He intertwined his fingers with Hartley’s before speaking again. “I gotchu. I won’t let anything hurt you, my love.”
Hartley was physically shaking, his eyes squeezed shut and not even seeming to notice when Cisco held his hand. Hartley’s eyes wildly twitched and it was like he was having a nightmare but while still asleep.
Cisco hardly knew how to handle a situation like this. Thoughts raced through his mind. Should he call Len? 911? No, that might make things worse. His mind trailed to their night together when they stayed up and talked for hours on end. “Piper, you’re okay. Everything is going to be just fine.” He said, rubbing circles on the back of his hand, hoping to get through to the man.
The L Word |Hartmon
“Shhhh, Hart. It’s okay.” Cisco said, trying to calm the man down from whatever delusion he was having. He intertwined his fingers with Hartley’s before speaking again. “I gotchu. I won’t let anything hurt you, my love.”
Fading Light {Cisco, Len, Lisa}
Len kept his face carefully blank. He was going to try to give Cisco every opportunity to help him without threatening him. “Lisa can’t see you,” Len said harshly. “So your guilty conscience won’t actually have to face her. I just…if you could do your thing, maybe you could see a better way to treat her, so she can wake up.”
When had his voice gone from threatening to pleading? “Please, Cisco. If you ever cared about her, now is the time to show it.”
“Len, I’m sorry. I can’t. Whether she can see me or not, I can’t face her right now.” Cisco said, his gaze dropping and moving to stare at his hands. “Whether or not I visit her now does not measure how much I care for her.” He snapped, taking his book and shoving it in his bag. “I’ll visit her in a few days once I’ve had time to take everything in. To figure out what I’m going to do, what I’m going to say. Let me sleep on it.” Cisco got up from his seat and started walking the other way, ready to get back home.
The L Word |Hartmon
“Because I didn’t wear my hat and you told me to but it was so hot and my bandages were getting sweaty, sir,” he whimpered, clearly out of it. “Maybe the camera man didn’t take the picture and it won’t be in the papers.”
“Hartley, snap out of it! You’re fine! Nobody is going to hurt you!” Cisco said, his voice rushed. “It’s Cisco. It’s just you and me, Hart.”
Cisco backup 