"Anything, Cisco." In the face of the boy's smirk, Hart's face was solemn. He knew what he needed to do. "They are my parents, they are worth everything."

He might have said more, but a familiar voice cut through the air. "Hart!"

Hart whipped around, eyes wide once more while a man walked past the policemen and ended up kneeling in front of him, a hand on his shoulder. "Holding up?"

He nodded, suddenly finding himself unable to speak. When Leonard actually pulled him into a hug he was in complete shock, but fell into it after a tense moment, the tears suddenly a lot harder to hold back again.

"Who's your friend?" Leonard's eyes were narrowed at Paco already and Hart was still fighting for control over his voice.

"He saw it. He saw who did it."