"Dude, stop petting my head, I'm not a child." Cisco batted the hand away and sniffed, wiping at his eyes with the front of his shirt and no, he didn't really look that badass right now but he really, really hated being alone in the dark like this, locked away in a small confined space and it had just been a rough hour. He felt like he couldn't breath for a good chunk of it.

Cisco was silent for a few moments as he wiped at his red eyes, trying to regain some sense of composure.

"You should really go." What was he even saying? He was letting him escape? He really had a bad habit of this but -- he came back. And he didn't seem all bad? Whatever. "Just go away before I change my mind."