"You're good to me. You should always be good to me, you're usually just a dick. I don't like that Makes me be a dick and I don't want to be a dick." Cisco reached out with unease and grabbed the water, drinking some of it because Hartley asked so nicely, though most of it just spilled all over him. Drinking lying down was a deadly task. He set the glass back down and then nuzzled his pillow and what appeared to be a pair of jeans that sat on top of it. "We should be happy and nice and you should always take care of me. And I can take care of you." Seemed to make sense in his head right now. "Then world peace will be achieved."