"Sure, cool, let's go." Axel grabbed his jacket and pulled it on, putting his hand on Hartley's back and guiding him gently into the direction of the exit. "Go ahead, I'm right behind you."

"You have? Thinking about me? Yeah. Well. Good. You should, I'm very -- thinkable." Damn, he had to play this cool bur he had no cool and he hadn't done this in forever. Or ever. And things with Cyn were kinda, sorta, pretty much not a thing any more. It was a lot at once and -- "Hartley?"

What? "Oh my God. Hartley?" Woah, no, he was not just ducking out. "Dude, you told me you weren't a rogue!" Yes, he was yelling this across the club. He was Cisco, after all, no filter.