Oh. Well, that explained why he was here. It seemed like he was in for yet another round of being yelled at because of his life choices. Like he didn't realize that some of them were horrible. Heaving a sigh, Eobard stepped back, leaving the door open behind him as he crossed over towards the kitchen. If they were going to have this conversation, Eobard was going to at least attempt to be a decent host.
"And you expect Cisco to do the same thing I did?" Eobard asked, peering across at Hartley as he started to fix their usual drinks. It had been some time, but he still remembered all of Hartley's preferences. It was pretty well ingrained in him. "Because that seems very unlikely to me, Hartley. Cisco's not really the hand through the chest type when he's upset."
Not that he'd done it on purpose, but he'd been trying to play it off. Eobard thought that maybe if he kept being the one asking the questions, he could keep that up.