"Did you? It's wonderful." George had so many talents. As he removed it and tied it onto Cisco, the Latino gave him a faint smile and him a gentle squeeze of thanks. "That's so cool." He admired it briefly. "You sure you want to give me this? Must have taken you a while to come up with." He wasn't sure how wizard crafting worked, but he wasn't complaining at all. He was glad George didn't pull away. It made him feel like maybe he could do a little something for him.
Cisco just listened to him for a moment as he glanced out at the city. It was huge in comparison to home, though Central City was nothing to scoff at size wise, fake New York was something else. "It isn't your fault you know, for not noticing. Things happen so fast here. It's why I shut everything off the other day at first. I couldn't even breathe at the idea of keeping up." He admitted quietly as he watched a few clouds float by. His finger tips were spotted with black ink still, he hadn't gotten it off yet. He didn't have what Fred had suggested to clean it with, and didn't know where to get it in the 1920's. "I won't tell you not to be angry though, but maybe give yourself a break. You're a good son, brother, boyfriend." First time he'd said that out loud, boyfriend. He'd thought it a few times, said they were dating, but putting it to words was it's own experience.
"I've seen how much you care. Not noticing isn't a testament to that. I'm sure she knew it too, moms are pretty great like that." Cisco hadn't really spoken to his in quite a few years, but George's mom was great. He could understand the anger and frustration he felt.