"You only have yourself to blame for that," Hartley said. "Acting like you did know everything. So smug and superior and talking about the future and the timeline like you were somehow omniscient." Not that Hartley had much room to talk on many of those points. He knew that he could be abrasive in his expression of his intellect. "Why didn't you wait then? You had to know that making the explosion happen so much earlier could lead to alterations in the timeline you couldn't account for. Why risk it after waiting so long already?"
Hartley felt at once comforted and trapped by Eobard's grip on his shoulder. It was confusing and unsettling, but he didn't necessarily want the contact to stop.
"You had a home," he said after a long moment's hesitation. "It had been fifteen years. You had people who cared about you. You had a life and friends and...you had me, even if that didn't mean much. And if that wasn't enough...you could have made me understand. You could have trusted me. I could have..." Helped him? Gone with him? He couldn't guarantee he ever would have agreed to Eobard's plan, but he understood the need for home and belonging. They were things he had always desperately wanted. "You didn't have to toss me aside like I was nothing."