Cisco nods, and strangely the first thing that comes to mind is how
he'd played Lady Gaga for Barry when he was in a coma. He didn't even
know Barry back then, had gotten the idea from Barry's Facebook, and
maybe the song hadn't actually had anything to do with Barry waking
up, but even if the exact science that Hartley's talking about is
still a little over Cisco's head, he can't deny that music has power.
The next thing is wonders if Hartley ever had the thought to use his
sonic hypnosis back when he'd come after Barry, if it had been the
next step in his plan, if he'd ever thought about using it on the rest
of them, on Cisco or Caitlin or Dr. Wells.
When they'd first worked together, Cisco wouldn't have trusted Hartley
half as far as he could throw him. Now, even before their date, Cisco
believed that Hartley was completely reformed, that he only wanted to
help people, not hurt them. There's a level of honesty and trust
inherent in the candid way Hartley is telling Cisco about his work,
about what it has the potential to do. Cisco isn't afraid of Hartley,
he isn't worried that Hartley's going to turn on them or use Cisco's
feelings for him as a way to get away with doing something terrible or
illegal. Maybe Cisco's a little blinded by how much he likes Hartley
now, enough that he wants to be Hartley's boyfriend (he's ahead of
himself there, he knows, but it's a hope he can't deny), but Cisco has
the ability to gain insight if he needs it, reassurance in the form of
being able to see the actual future. But, right now, he doesn't see
any reason to do something like that. Hartley's telling him the truth,
telling him everything, he knows that without needing to vibe it.
"I, uh," Cisco starts to say, then he grins. "I volunteer as tribute?"
he offers, still smiling. "If you decide you want to test it, I mean.
My brain isn't exactly normal, but it's probably close enough for your
purposes. And I trust you to not make me do anything crazy when I'm
under your spell," he finishes with a soft laugh. "Not that I'm not
already a little spellbound," he adds after a beat, turning his eyes
down, the line coming out a little more cheesy than he'd intended.
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Cisco nods, and strangely the first thing that comes to mind is how he'd played Lady Gaga for Barry when he was in a coma. He didn't even know Barry back then, had gotten the idea from Barry's Facebook, and maybe the song hadn't actually had anything to do with Barry waking up, but even if the exact science that Hartley's talking about is still a little over Cisco's head, he can't deny that music has power. The next thing is wonders if Hartley ever had the thought to use his sonic hypnosis back when he'd come after Barry, if it had been the next step in his plan, if he'd ever thought about using it on the rest of them, on Cisco or Caitlin or Dr. Wells.
When they'd first worked together, Cisco wouldn't have trusted Hartley half as far as he could throw him. Now, even before their date, Cisco believed that Hartley was completely reformed, that he only wanted to help people, not hurt them. There's a level of honesty and trust inherent in the candid way Hartley is telling Cisco about his work, about what it has the potential to do. Cisco isn't afraid of Hartley, he isn't worried that Hartley's going to turn on them or use Cisco's feelings for him as a way to get away with doing something terrible or illegal. Maybe Cisco's a little blinded by how much he likes Hartley now, enough that he wants to be Hartley's boyfriend (he's ahead of himself there, he knows, but it's a hope he can't deny), but Cisco has the ability to gain insight if he needs it, reassurance in the form of being able to see the actual future. But, right now, he doesn't see any reason to do something like that. Hartley's telling him the truth, telling him everything, he knows that without needing to vibe it.
"I, uh," Cisco starts to say, then he grins. "I volunteer as tribute?" he offers, still smiling. "If you decide you want to test it, I mean. My brain isn't exactly normal, but it's probably close enough for your purposes. And I trust you to not make me do anything crazy when I'm under your spell," he finishes with a soft laugh. "Not that I'm not already a little spellbound," he adds after a beat, turning his eyes down, the line coming out a little more cheesy than he'd intended.