"Breathe out slowly." This was just what he needed. Talking that asshole down from a panic attack while he was arguing about how he could boss him around. "Also, obviously you can boss me around. While I'm wearing handcuffs and the Flash is around the corner. I'm not handcuffed right now and the Flash is nowhere near, is he?" Hartley smiled, but his cheer didn't last long, since Cisco really appeared to be losing it.

He moved closer to him, finally hesitatingly reaching out. "Hey, I've been here for a long while now and it's all good with the oxygen and the walls stay as they are." Hartley put his hand on Cisco's shoulder. "Cisquito? Look at me."