The way Matt is responding, apologizing and almost closing himself off, makes Cisco's heart ache. Because he wasn't trying to make Matt feel embarrassed about his abilities; on the contrary, Cisco is impressed in a way that he can barely describe. That and he's curious about why and how Matt's learned to do all of this, because as much as boxing training makes sense, what Matt just did puts Oliver Queen to shame.

"I'm fine, I'm good," Cisco replies, fumbling with the phone in his hands. He's quick to type out a message to Barry, telling him what's happened, that he's safe but that they need to get this meta-human to the Pipeline. "I, uh, Bar-, The Flash. I sent a message to The Flash," he goes on, staying close to Matt's side but keeping his eyes on the unconscious meta on the ground. "He'll be here in a second to take the guy in."

There's a beat, just a couple of minutes before the red blur and gust of wind that signifies Barry's arrival comes, and Cisco looks over at Matt, sees the way his chest is heaving, the expression on his face more concerned with how Cisco sees him now than anything else. "Thank you," he says, reaching down to take Matt's hand. "You saved my life just now, and saying thank you hardly covers it, but..." He shakes his head. "Thank you, Matt."