"Hartley," The first statement was insistent, trying to pull Hartley out of the panic spiral he was likely about to fall into. "Hartley," The next was softer, gentler, an attempt to be reassuring as he tipped forward, touching his forehead to Hartley's as he smiled. It had been an easy game, but it was still fun to play, to see that clash of emotions and distress in Hartley, to watch that struggle over so many things that were bubbling up over the situation. And really, it was going to that much easier to just put the final nail in the coffin when it came to whatever conflict Hartley might have still been feeling.
"You've always been my guy."
It was dirty pool. He knew it, using a phrase that had come to mean so much between them before things had went to shit, but Eobard wasn't above playing dirty pool when it was going to get him to his end goal.