When Hartley came back, having made sure the music was taking it easy on him, he saw Cisco definitely getting hit on by some guy. He ignored the flare of anger that came up, because how could anyone dare to approach his Cisquito? Instead he stayed by the bar on the other side, keeping his eyes on them to make sure Cisco wasn't being mistreated and probably to watch him be adorable.

He always was, his life had been easier before he'd noticed that.