"That's an awful idea," Hartley told him, even if the words touched on something inside him that made him want to cry and hold Cisco. He walked away from him and filled a glass with water - after rinsing it - then placed it on what he discovered was the night stand. "Here, Cisquito. Drink a little. I have to get going, yeah? You should probably call in sick to work tomorrow."
"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."
"Yeah, sure. We're almost achieving world peace already." Hartley rolled his eyes and part of him almost wished that he could stay. It was silly, considering he could imagine how Cisco would react the next day. "I had a friend once who really liked to cuddle me, we slept in the same bed a couple of times. He kissed me sometimes. One time I kissed back and he kicked me out. So, I'll just see you when I see you. And we can see how much you'll want me to be good to you."
"I'm sorry. That's awful. I'd let you kiss me." Cisco confessed with a genuine look on his face, however genuine a drunken idiot could be. Cisco wriggled deeper under his blankets, things fall off the bed as he did, curled up into a deep little ball. "Good night, Hartley. Be safe. I'll see you soon. Thank you for being my badass brave hero and taking me home."
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