"Just wait until tomorrow." Hartley sighed and paid the driver, who was grinning like an idiot, then he helped Cisco out of the car, keeping an arm around him. "I won't ban lollies. I'll just never look at you when you practice."

That said he started to walk toward the house Cisco seemed to recognise. "Where are your keys, genius?"

How could he even begin to fix this mess? Maybe he could give drunk Cisco a note for sober Cisco. "You're handsome too, Cisco. I always thought so."