"That's fine, Cisco. It's a phobia. That's really outside your control. I have them too." Mostly one, mostly the one Cisco had hit on very firmly, but he thought it better not to mention that. "Yes, she's gone. I built her something non-lethal but useful enough and she took off."

Hartley crouched down by Cisco, well aware that he was acting against his best interests here. If Cisco remembered how to be tough again quickly, he might end up back in this cell by himself again and he definitely wanted to avoid that.

But Cisco looked like a puppy and it was very difficult to take him seriously right now, which might be why he found himself petting his hair instead. "It's over."