rathawayxhartley: Hartley reached out, cupping Cisco’s cheek, still looking incredibly concerned. “Cisquito. Sit down.” He gently directed Cisco down to the couch. “Explain what just happened. Your eyes unfocused and your breathing was erratic. You truly don’t remember what happened with me, do you? I thought you were making fun of me.” Hartley’s hand hadContinue reading

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