“Hey, if you ever need to talk, you know I’m here, right? I mean, we may not be close, but I don’t want to see you suffer. Regardless of what you think of me.” He came here to help Team Flash, and he’d do just that. No matter what either of them did. Cisco had used his power in a way that should have left Jay shaken over the fact it reminded him of Reverb, but he trusted Cisco not to lose himself again. Perhaps he was putting his trust into the wrong people, but only time would tell. “You don’t need to be monitored, Cisco. If you ever feel like you’re going to do something, speak up.” He did have his speed back, after all. If Jay had to stop him from doing something, he would. “As for sleep medicines, that could come in handy. I saw Caitlin around here earlier.”
“I know,” Cisco nodded shyly. “I’m used to the nightmares now. They’ve been happening for a while now,” he shrugged, knowing the man might not know all of the history. From Wells killing him and Barry resetting the timeline to the earthquake he caused because he wasn’t in control. The only thing Cisco was certain of was that Jay knew about his rogue episode- mental break- whatever they were calling it. “I will, but I’m afraid by the time I get there I might break again. That’s the worst feeling.” He began to bite the inside of his lip, his eyes scanning the room. “Yeah, but I don’t want to bother her now.. I can ask her afterward.”
“Sounds like you need a planner.” Patty joked, though she felt like it sounded funnier in her head. “Let’s go!” She think she remembered where the punch and food was located. As she walked there, she asked, “So, otherwise, how are you, Cisco?” Patty knew Cisco was one of Barry’s friends, but she really hadn’t gotten to talk to him one on one.
“I’ve tried planners. Never works. I just deal with it. It’s kind of a symptom of my A.D.D,” He explained. “I’ve lived with it for my whole life, so I’m used to it. Thankful to have coworkers and friends that force me to stop and eat when I’m really in the zone,” Cisco laighed. “I’m good though, given the circumstances. A lot has happened the past few weeks, and I’m dealing with repercussions from that. But really, Life is good. Surrounded by awesome people that care for me more than I do sometimes is really great. How about you, Patty? It’s been a while since we’ve really talked.”
“Well, I’m sorry about that?” she asked, attempting to show sympathy, which was hopefully the right emotion for him. She bit on her lip for a moment thinking. “Wanna go find some punch or something?” Distractions were helpful.
“Oh, don’t be sorry. It’s my focus. Once I start something I forget to do other things. It happens quite often.” Cisco said with a laugh. “Sure! I’d be down for some punch, maybe some food too.”
“Hey, nothing is forced if you actually think you needed the human interaction. Though, I am remotely surprised you picked an event for such interaction, but I guess it’s better than nothing. How are you feeling, by the way?” He hasn’t exactly seen Cisco lately. The last time he saw him, he had been locked in the pipeline. Other times, it was just glances at the lab, but nothing major.
“I’m okay. Still coming to terms to what happened. I’ve been reliving what I do remember over and over whenever I go to sleep. I gotta talk to Cait about getting some sleep meds or something. Part of my wishes I was still there so I could be monitored. I feel on edge all the time. It’s not great.” Cisco broke their gaze and his eyes found his shoes quickly.
Hartley: I dream about a varied amount of things. Sometimes nightmares, sometimes good things. My medication keeps the night terrors down. Would you like me to wear a suit or something more casual?
Cisco: We’ll have to talk about our dreams sometime, Hart. Definitely go for the suit. I’m sure it will /suit/ you. -giggles-
Hartley: I don’t want to be a Rathaway, Cisquito. Last night I dreamt that I was a Ramon, to be frank. -pause- God, I’m sorry, that wasn’t appropriate to tell you. I apologize. But. If you’ll have me. I’d love to be your plus one.
Cisco: -silence- what? You dreamt we got married? -nervous laughter- I’m glad one of us dreams pleasant things. I’ll text you the address. I’ll be at the front door when you arrive.
“Wow, really? He’s shot at me, but never shot me.” Their first meeting, Jay nearly had got shot, but he managed to avoid that. It had taken quite a bit of talking, but he managed to get himself out of that. “I’m glad to see you here, though. Regardless of the fact Oliver has shot you.”
“Yeah, no. I have scars. It’s a great icebreaker for parties. Scar stories?” Cisco laughed. “I’m glad you’re glad. This is my forced socialization. I’ve been in my apartment and the lab all week, not really talking to anyone. I needed human interaction.”
“Don’t say that, Cisco.” She crossed her arms gently, turning towards him slightly. “A couple months now, Cisco. We’ve been two ships passing in the night.” You’ve been going on a rampage and I’m pregnant. “It’s good to see you’re not dead.”
“But it’s true. I went wacko, terrorizing the town, hurting people I care about, and not caring what happened as a result. I’m glad I’m not dead too. I’m sure if it went on for much longer, I might have ended up…elsewhere.” He sighed, playing with his cufflinks. “Hey, uh, you didn’t happen to run into me while I was out of it, did you? I don’t remember anything from that night. Anterograde amnesia, or something.”
“It must not be too bad, since you’re here,” she shrugged, hoping to maybe make him feel a bit better. She didn’t know their beef, so she couldn’t say too much.
“Oh it’s bad. I essentially came for the food and to talk to people. Forced socialization. I’ve been cooped up in my apartment and at work for far too long without human interaction.” Cisco rambled before playing with his cufflinks to shut himself up.
Cisco backup 