InsaneJournal

Who:Cisco and Lydia
What:random stuff
When:Today
Where:their place


Cisco was pulling through the darkness that had consumed his entire being for the last week or so. It'd been a rough one. So many things had hit him all at once that he'd basically shut down and refused to human. Today was the first day he was able to human without the alarm. He even ditched his sweat pants he'd been living in for the last week. He wasn't quite back to work yet, but soon. He was aiming for the end of the week. He could see a light at the end of his miserable week. Dick's disappearance felt like someone had kicked the air out of his lungs. He wasn't able to do anything about it unlike with Barry and the speed force. Dick had just told him, he was stuck with him and then the rug was harshly yanked out from under his feet.

He'd even showered. Cisco managed to make a solid attempt of looking like a human again instead of an exhausted and sad shell of one that he'd been the last week. Dark hair was tied back as he lurked in the kitchen for a moment and peered into the fridge. He hadn't been too good with eating lately, though he was eating healthier things just the act of eating was exhausting to him. It still seemed like a daunting task. Lydia was coming home soon though, and he wanted to do something for her. Unure of how hungry she'd be, he ended up making a salad out of what was left in the fridge vegetable wise and prepared it with a bit of Latino flare. A chicken salad with cilantro and lime. A summery type of flavor for the end of it. Or what he hoped was the end, Cisco liked winter. Hoodies and hot drinks were his wheel house. Summer, not so much.