"They're in my hoodie." He went to put his hand in his hoodie before realising it wasn't there and it was, instead, on Hartley. He moved closer and pulled his keys free from the pockets. Yes, if Hartley hadn't come with him, he would have been locked out regardless. He opened the door and stumbled inside, flicking on the switch. It wasn't much, just a small studio apartment that literally looked like there was no attempt at even making sense or order out of the stuff he had. And to say there were comics everywhere would be understand it.

Cisco staggered into the room and pulled Hartley in with him, moving them through a sea of big belly burger wrappers and balled up doodles from work. "You think I'm handsome? Aww, Hartley, you're the best. What a boss. Gonna get you a boss of the year mug."