When Hartley came in two days later, on his desk was a seal envelope and inside was just a card that Cisco thought would be way easier to give than approaching and giving some bullshit apology for the night before and the days earlier and the whole day off where he fell back on all his deadlines because he'd been drunk.

Inside was a simple message, nothing too fancy.

Hey Hartley.

Sorry I got drunk, made a dick out of myself, humiliated both of us and made you take me home. It was appreciated, you're a good boss but no, I'm not buying you a mug. They're way more expensive than I thought.

Cisco

P.S Sorry I was a dick. Sorry I tried to suck your dick too

Cisco watched as Hartley opened it, pretending not to but being about as subtle as a brick, standing over the work station and fiddling around some tech he was trying to get working. He didn't want to admit to being nervous about how he'd react but hell, he really was.