He might not give you a choice. [ Cisco says the words softly, feeling a bit bad for doing it. He really doesn't want to upset Claudia further, or frighten her. At the same time, she needs to know. ] I really hope he'll leave you alone. But he might not. And 'might' is more than enough to keep that ol' worry factory going.

[ Her comment that Wells is a bag of dicks has Cisco laughing - the slightly too loud, too hearty laugh of someone who is trying hard to keep hold of the levity in a very serious situation. ] He's literally the worst person I've ever met. In any universe. And it's my job to help catch criminals and supervillains on the reg, so that tells you something.

[ Cisco shakes his head; Claudia might be joking, but he really does wish he could do that sometimes. Just debug his own brain, take out everything awful and be the person he was before all of it. ]

If only.

[ But it's not helpful, wishing for things like that. ]

Know what else he did? Pretended to be paralyzed. Like, wheelchair and everything, for a year and a half. That's pretty messed up, right? Oh, and he put cameras in all our apartments and jobs and coffeeshop and everything back home, he's real big on the whole stalking and surveillance thing, so I'm thinking I'm gonna whip up some kind of advanced bug-detector and just take it with me places, maybe do a sweep of my apartment every week or two. Better safe than sorry.