"Yeah, you're not like me. Doesn't matter whether you're gay, straight or anything else. The difference is that I at least know why insults are insulting. When you call me a fag or a cocksucker, I'm not insulted because I'm ashamed of being gay or sucking cock. I'm insulted because you idiots believe that's what I should be ashamed of." Hartley shook his head, looking at Cisco and his suddenly so very aggressive stance. "I'm arrogant. I'm rude. I'm a snob, I'm a perfectionist, I'm a thousand things that are actually bad traits and you focus on insulting my sexuality? You and your friends really need to work on not making yourself look worse than me."
"I never called you a fag. And they're not my friends." They were people he was working with on a project and new members of the 'we hate Hartley' club. The ever building, ever growing club. "Look, I'm busy, okay? I'm working on that project you insisted I redo so why don't you take this whole speech thing and go away. I don't need it, I get it. Homophobia is bad. Check. Still doesn't make me gay, still doesn't make you not a dick." And with that, Cisco looked back down, trying not to let himself get pulled into a proper argument. He knew he'd end up looking like a dick.
"You haven't 'got it'. You are just really lucky that I happen to be a dick, because that makes it easier for you to pretend you're not homophobic." Hartley rolled his eyes and pushed away from the desk, pulling out his phone. He needed something today, something other than heteronormative bullshit dished out to him by severely incompetent people. He scoffed and finished a quick text, then put his phone away. Him and Axel had tried and failed at dating, but that didn't mean he wasn't just about the gayest company he could imagine for a night out.
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