Cisco turned to look at him and swallowed, smiling faintly because he really didn't think Hartley getting fired and this mess happening would ever lead anywhere good and yet here they were, in this situation and Cisco found himself feel happy. And guilty for feeling this happy after everything he'd done.

"Yes, dude. If you want me. I mean technically I just committed mass murder with my work buddies and this mess is my fault in so many ways and Ronnie is gone and oh man, this is just terrible but I want to be someone you could --" Wait. He couldn't hear. Oh yeah. He paused and picked up his pen and shielded his hand away from Hartley so he could write. And doodle.

What he presented was a YES with little hearts doodled around it and two very male stick-men holding hands. Then he flipped his hand over and all that was written was do you still want a dork like me?