Cisco can't contain another grin at Hartley's offer, not just to help
him choose a dog (which Cisco seriously appreciates because he's never
done anything like this before) but assisting Cisco in getting his
apartment ready to keep the dog (and his things) safe. Again it's
something Cisco can really use help with, but, at the same time, it
means Hartley wants to come to his place. Considering how their
conversation has been going it's not too big of a surprise that
Hartley wants to be alone with Cisco, but this just further cements
that Hartley wants to be in Cisco's space, in Cisco's life.
"That's a really good idea, puppy proofing," he says, and he's not
even bothering to hide his smile anymore. "And I could definitely use
your help there. I have no idea what kinds of things dogs like to get
into." He pauses, a thought striking him then. "Maybe I should meet
your rats first, sort of get an idea of their habits. Could that
help?"
It's strange, as Cisco sits across from Hartley, watching him, how his
impressions of the other man have changed over the years he's known
him. At first all he'd seen were Hartley's sneers, the way he looked
down at people (especially him), and he'd found Hartley's expression
largely off-putting (though he had always legitimately thought
Hartley's eyes were beautiful). Then there'd been the Time Wraith,
Hartley's reaction honest and afraid then focused and confident as
he'd made the adjustment to his gauntlets to save not only himself but
Cisco and Caitlin. Cisco had seen more of that over the months that
followed, and Hartley's face had registered as a friend, as someone
trustworthy, as someone attractive. Right now, sitting here, Hartley
looks more gorgeous by the second. Cisco had thought he was hot the
instant he laid eyes on him tonight, but that's expanded; he looks
sexy and sweet, sometimes humble, occasionally impressed, and very,
very kissable.
Cisco swallows hard when Hartley starts to speak again, a little
afraid that Hartley's going to (probably gently) push him back a
little, and he holds his breath, waiting for it. But it doesn't come,
and Hartley says the word boyfriends and Cisco's heart skips
two beats in his chest. The idea of eating again now is completely
unthinkable; all he wants is to be alone with Hartley somewhere so he
can kiss him absolutely breathless.
"I know we just got our food, but what do you think about getting out
of here?" he asks, lowering his voice because he sounds sort of raw
and needy and he doesn't need anyone else but Hartley seeing the look
on his face right now.
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Cisco can't contain another grin at Hartley's offer, not just to help him choose a dog (which Cisco seriously appreciates because he's never done anything like this before) but assisting Cisco in getting his apartment ready to keep the dog (and his things) safe. Again it's something Cisco can really use help with, but, at the same time, it means Hartley wants to come to his place. Considering how their conversation has been going it's not too big of a surprise that Hartley wants to be alone with Cisco, but this just further cements that Hartley wants to be in Cisco's space, in Cisco's life.
"That's a really good idea, puppy proofing," he says, and he's not even bothering to hide his smile anymore. "And I could definitely use your help there. I have no idea what kinds of things dogs like to get into." He pauses, a thought striking him then. "Maybe I should meet your rats first, sort of get an idea of their habits. Could that help?"
It's strange, as Cisco sits across from Hartley, watching him, how his impressions of the other man have changed over the years he's known him. At first all he'd seen were Hartley's sneers, the way he looked down at people (especially him), and he'd found Hartley's expression largely off-putting (though he had always legitimately thought Hartley's eyes were beautiful). Then there'd been the Time Wraith, Hartley's reaction honest and afraid then focused and confident as he'd made the adjustment to his gauntlets to save not only himself but Cisco and Caitlin. Cisco had seen more of that over the months that followed, and Hartley's face had registered as a friend, as someone trustworthy, as someone attractive. Right now, sitting here, Hartley looks more gorgeous by the second. Cisco had thought he was hot the instant he laid eyes on him tonight, but that's expanded; he looks sexy and sweet, sometimes humble, occasionally impressed, and very, very kissable.
Cisco swallows hard when Hartley starts to speak again, a little afraid that Hartley's going to (probably gently) push him back a little, and he holds his breath, waiting for it. But it doesn't come, and Hartley says the word boyfriends and Cisco's heart skips two beats in his chest. The idea of eating again now is completely unthinkable; all he wants is to be alone with Hartley somewhere so he can kiss him absolutely breathless.
"I know we just got our food, but what do you think about getting out of here?" he asks, lowering his voice because he sounds sort of raw and needy and he doesn't need anyone else but Hartley seeing the look on his face right now.