And this was why he had liked Hartley. He was straightforward, blunt, unwilling to let his shit pass. Eobard just smiled, the affection clear in his features as he tightened his grip on Hartley's shoulder before shifting to pull him into an embrace.
"You say that... But would ypu have understood? Trying to murder a child, settling for the mother instead? All because I witnessed a feature in the past when I went looking for the Flash to tell him how much I admired him that said I would be his mortal enemy. Would that have really made sense to you, Hartley? As something reasonable to do?"
Raising a hand to rest on the back of Hartley's head, Eobard lingered there before stepping back, keeping his hands on the other man's shoulders. "I'm not going to kill you for telling me the truth, whether I agree or not."