"It still sucks," Cisco says, because no one should be FORCED into something like that. But he notes the blush and feels himself doing the same in response even if he's definitely not going to ask. "What-"
The whisking him away saves him from asking. (Dammit. He wasn't going to ask. Why can he not disappear his mouth for a while?) He stands, still slightly wobbly from the run, and looks around. Predictably, his eyes are drawn right to the suit, which he immediately goes to investigate. "I did not make those boots," he says, immediately certain. He knows his own work. "Did you start going to discos after a villain take down?"
He looks over at the bow then, frowning. "Oliver's here?" he asks.
Cisco turns back to Barry then, not quite sure what to do with himself with Barry on a bed which is not something he needs to see at the moment when his brain is being a dirty traitor. But finally he just goes to sit next to him, if not as cuddled up as they had on the bench. "I have no idea. I guess just ... how you are. How you're surviving this place? What we do now?"
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The whisking him away saves him from asking. (Dammit. He wasn't going to ask. Why can he not disappear his mouth for a while?) He stands, still slightly wobbly from the run, and looks around. Predictably, his eyes are drawn right to the suit, which he immediately goes to investigate. "I did not make those boots," he says, immediately certain. He knows his own work. "Did you start going to discos after a villain take down?"
He looks over at the bow then, frowning. "Oliver's here?" he asks.
Cisco turns back to Barry then, not quite sure what to do with himself with Barry on a bed which is not something he needs to see at the moment when his brain is being a dirty traitor. But finally he just goes to sit next to him, if not as cuddled up as they had on the bench. "I have no idea. I guess just ... how you are. How you're surviving this place? What we do now?"