"...thank you for thinking I'm something more than a dick and a cocksucker. I know nobody else does and I don't blame them. Still. Thank you. It's nice." Hartley sorted out his own pants and sat up, looking at him and realising that when Cisco left him alone in here, he might very well start crying. But he supposed that was just part of it all, so the hell with it. Might as well.

"I like you, Cisquito. You annoy me and I was very upset with you the other day, but I get it a bit more now. I... You should be yourself, you know? Not every guy out there is your boss."