Cisco smiles down at Galileo as Hartley puts him on the ground,
watching him join his bothers (or at least Cisco thinks they're all
males – he can't really tell the difference without looking at them
more closely) in investigating Cisco's shoes. He looks back up at
Hartley's question, a crease appearing between his brows at the tone
of it. "Uh, I think there are still records in the archive somewhere,"
he replies. "I'm pretty sure they were tattooed with ID numbers," he
adds, thinking back to some of the conversations he'd heard Caitlin
have with Fake Dr. Wells back when the lab was still fully staffed.
But it doesn't take a genius to figure out what Hartley's getting at,
and Cisco looks back down at Galileo, who is chewing on the hem of one
of Cisco's pants legs. "If you tell me which tattoos yours have, I'll
get you the records," he says as he raises his gaze to Hartley's
again, smiling at him softly. "When the particle accelerator exploded
two of the rats in the bio lab were killed," he goes on, frowning a
little at the loss of their little lives. "Caitlin took three to the
rescue. So, really, STAR Labs should thank you for finding your two a
good home," he says. "You probably saved their lives."
Then Hartley confesses how he feels about having to test his flute on
rats (ones, Cisco assumes, that aren't Hartley's pets), and Cisco
wants to be closer to Hartley in that moment, careful to step around
the scurrying creatures still underfoot as he moves to stand close
enough to Hartley to reach out and take his hand. "Maybe there's some
more sensitive diagnostics we could do, simulations on the computer,"
he offers, giving Hartley's fingers a squeeze. "I bet Caitlin would
have some ideas if we asked her. Or Harry even, assuming we catch him
on a less douche-y day," he adds with a soft laugh.
"I feel like we can figure this out," he says then, more serious. "You
and me, maybe eventually Team Flash too," he continues. "You're one of
us now, Hartley. I know any of us would be more than happy to help
you." He pauses for a moment, looking into Hartley's eyes, feeling
another in a long line of little surges of affection. "I want to help,
I want to be there for you, for anything. For everything."
[ooc: I hope so too. I would love love love for him to get more
involved helping Barry. And I can not wait for him to get a suit, hee!
Also I'm sorry again for being so slow. This week has been crazy. I'm
so glad tomorrow is Friday.]
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Cisco smiles down at Galileo as Hartley puts him on the ground, watching him join his bothers (or at least Cisco thinks they're all males – he can't really tell the difference without looking at them more closely) in investigating Cisco's shoes. He looks back up at Hartley's question, a crease appearing between his brows at the tone of it. "Uh, I think there are still records in the archive somewhere," he replies. "I'm pretty sure they were tattooed with ID numbers," he adds, thinking back to some of the conversations he'd heard Caitlin have with Fake Dr. Wells back when the lab was still fully staffed.
But it doesn't take a genius to figure out what Hartley's getting at, and Cisco looks back down at Galileo, who is chewing on the hem of one of Cisco's pants legs. "If you tell me which tattoos yours have, I'll get you the records," he says as he raises his gaze to Hartley's again, smiling at him softly. "When the particle accelerator exploded two of the rats in the bio lab were killed," he goes on, frowning a little at the loss of their little lives. "Caitlin took three to the rescue. So, really, STAR Labs should thank you for finding your two a good home," he says. "You probably saved their lives."
Then Hartley confesses how he feels about having to test his flute on rats (ones, Cisco assumes, that aren't Hartley's pets), and Cisco wants to be closer to Hartley in that moment, careful to step around the scurrying creatures still underfoot as he moves to stand close enough to Hartley to reach out and take his hand. "Maybe there's some more sensitive diagnostics we could do, simulations on the computer," he offers, giving Hartley's fingers a squeeze. "I bet Caitlin would have some ideas if we asked her. Or Harry even, assuming we catch him on a less douche-y day," he adds with a soft laugh.
"I feel like we can figure this out," he says then, more serious. "You and me, maybe eventually Team Flash too," he continues. "You're one of us now, Hartley. I know any of us would be more than happy to help you." He pauses for a moment, looking into Hartley's eyes, feeling another in a long line of little surges of affection. "I want to help, I want to be there for you, for anything. For everything."
[ooc: I hope so too. I would love love love for him to get more involved helping Barry. And I can not wait for him to get a suit, hee! Also I'm sorry again for being so slow. This week has been crazy. I'm so glad tomorrow is Friday.]