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.
He's the type that's real big of forcing someone's hand, huh? [It's mostly rhetorical, and accompanied with a sigh. She's not prepared for dealing with the guy at all. Especially not after everything she's learned about him. But maybe, maybe she can just have some good luck for once. Maybe she can continue to successfully avoid him. She holds her hand up with her next words, a visual of what she's saying held up between them.] Fingers crossed.
That definitely says a lot. [She agrees and there's a lull of silence between them for a moment before she speaks again.] I know the type, though... James MacPhearson and Walter Sykes are probably two of the worst people I've ever known. [The latter's name is tinged with a bit more disgust. MacPhearson was terrible in his own right, but Sykes took her best friend away from her.
She's only kind of joking. She does wish she could really erase the worst of her memories. She hopes he doesn't mind when she sort of just lays her head on his shoulder, echoing his own words.] If only.
[She doesn't move, but a frown deepens across her forehead as he explains all the lengths not-Wells went to, to keep track of everything.] That's so creepy. He just doesn't understand the concept of limits at all, does he? [She finally sits up again, clearly a lot more collected than she had been when he'd first gotten here.] Want some help on that? [Because projects. Those were good to have.]
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[ 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.
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That definitely says a lot. [She agrees and there's a lull of silence between them for a moment before she speaks again.] I know the type, though... James MacPhearson and Walter Sykes are probably two of the worst people I've ever known. [The latter's name is tinged with a bit more disgust. MacPhearson was terrible in his own right, but Sykes took her best friend away from her.
She's only kind of joking. She does wish she could really erase the worst of her memories. She hopes he doesn't mind when she sort of just lays her head on his shoulder, echoing his own words.] If only.
[She doesn't move, but a frown deepens across her forehead as he explains all the lengths not-Wells went to, to keep track of everything.] That's so creepy. He just doesn't understand the concept of limits at all, does he? [She finally sits up again, clearly a lot more collected than she had been when he'd first gotten here.] Want some help on that? [Because projects. Those were good to have.]