“Barry says. And yeah, i’m literally dating a superhero. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. Cisco, you literally know who this dude is. He hates you. That’s what Barry said. Why are you acting like you don’t know him?”
“Maybe he’s changed. People can change. I mean, look at me. I went from a cinnamon roll to a megalomaniac back to a cinnamon roll with amnesia.” He shrugged. “Maybe Hartley has changed too. I’m sure he’s still a sarcastic little shit, but maybe deep down he has a heart.”
“Okay but the idea still stands. He’s probably going to be gutted by that psychopath with his dick cut off and put in a jar. And when I got pissed off he made his stupid boyfriend call my stupid boyfriend and tell on me or something. And Griffin kept complaining about me replacing him and now he replaced me with some low budget super villain. It’s just not fair.”
“Who says this Hartley guy is a psychopath?” Cisco asked, scratching his temple. “Also, you are literally dating a superhero. I personally think you got the better end of the deal. Wait, supervillian? I doubt this guy is a supervillian. I think you’re exaggerating a litle bit.”
“Fine, you can get me drunk. But keep the sounds down a bit, if that’s okay?” Hartley pointed to his ears. “Already I can hear the folks above you watching a Chicago Bulls game and the Bulls are behind by 10.”
“I can deal with the silence if noise bothers you, I can deal with the silence.” Cisco said, popping his head up from the other side of the couch. “We can just talk to fill the silence. Hey, don’t forget to set a timer, ‘kay?”
“My ex is bedded down with some psycho named Hartley and they live together and he texted me after sex with that psycho ‘just checking in’. Like, who does that? I didn’t even know Griffin was into guys.”
“Wow. That sucks. But also not? Like, he’s your ex for a reason, right?” Cisco said, crossing his arms. “Hey, sometimes people aren’t all we expected them to be.”
Hartley laughed and shook his head. “No, it’s fine. Do you remember getting me drunk?” Hartley asked over his shoulder as he waited for the oven to pre-heat.
“Vaguely. I’d like to let it happen when I can actually remember it,” Cisco teased once more as he did a trust fall over the arm of the couch. “We should turn on a nonsense show or some music or something. I hate silence.”
Barry laughed a bit before shrugging “I should’ve warned you we were running. It helps to keep your mouth closed.” He smiled and stepped into the apartment, shaking his head. “I’ll just drink water and stuff, don’t worry. I won’t steal all your food.”
“You can still eat. I have some breakfast burritos and tv dinners in the freezer. Those have a surprising amount of calories.” Cisco laughed, taking a quick sip from his bottle and grabbing a few more on the fridge and setting them on the coffee table in the living room with a bottle opener. “So. Lord of the Rings? You wanna start at the beginning?”
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