"I'd never out anyone. That's not my place." Hartley wrapped an arm around Cisco to better keep him steady, turning his head to the side so he could breathe something other than whatever insanely delicious shampoo Cisco used. "Although if you could work out some things with yourself, maybe you'd not have to get this drunk. Let's get you some water first, yeah?" He didn't want to risk Cisco passing out in some random cab, so he slowly led him to the bar and scored a fresh glass of water, holding it out to Cisco. "Did you at least eat something?"