Cisco would like to argue that the noise that came out of his throat was a whimper of horror and not anything else and the fact that he was breathless was totally fear and that was also why his pupils had dilated. He swallowed hard, looking at Hartley, unable not to from the grip on his hair and the words in his mouth were too stuck for him to say anything so he just watched.

He mumbled something that should have been words but just sort of came out as a mess of letters that frankly sounded alien. Shit. This was not going well. It took a few tries, but finally he had words. "What?" Okay. Word.