"Maybe we just need to hit Barry in the head then?" It made sense to the kid. Hit him and maybe he'd go back to normal. But maybe that only worked in cartoons. He wasn't sure how the brain worked entirely. According to the science books he'd been reading, nobody was. It was mysterious like the ocean. They only understood parts of it. "He wanted me to build a time machine. That's not even possible, is it?" Then again, George was a wizard. Maybe it was possible. He took another bite of the sandwich and thought about it a little more. "Wonder if I could. Or if old me did." He'd nearly forgotten he was apparently the "wrong" age and an older him had been there before. It was easy to forget things like that. He felt like he was thirteen. He felt everything he thought a thirteen year old felt. To top it off he had no memories of another him being around, but maybe that's what happened in magic places.
As George talked about family not needing to be blood, he chewed at his lower lip idly for a moment before deciding "I like being around you, you're mine then. I mean..if that's not weird." George didn't brush him off like some little kid, or tell him what he should think about certain subjects like Dante often did. He let him make his own choices and decisions and that was new for Cisco. He'd been Dante's shadow since he could remember, and now he had a life and choices of his own to make. It was empowering, and just maybe he'd be able to go home and keep doing just that.
"Yeah it does." He agreed with a grin of his own and finished off that sandwich.