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[pobrecisco]

[ He hesitates, but curiosity gets the better of him. ]

...So what did you say to him?

[airshow]

Not much. He asked why I was moping on your couch. Which, hell, he apparently knew the answer to the whole time! That son of a bitch kept playing me anyway!

[pobrecisco]

[ He really wishes that were more surprising. As much as he's currently wishing he hadn't gotten in the middle of this, he really does kind of want to yell at the both of them to get their shit together. ]

...Man, okay, I get that you're pissed at me, and I'm sorry. You're right, I overstepped. That wasn't cool.

But jesus you guys are bad at this.

[airshow]

How many happily married supervillains, current or former, do you know, Cisco?

[pobrecisco]

Okay, that's not a reasonable question when we've only had supervillains for like a year and a half in my world. But what, do you think you guys don't get a shot at being happy because you used to rob banks?

[airshow]

This isn't some kind of martyr thing! I'm saying it literally doesn't happen.

[pobrecisco]

Well why not?

[airshow]

What, for real? You mean besides the glaring personality deficits that make a guy think, "Gee, you know what I'm gonna do today? Put on rainbow tights and steal diamonds!" I dunno, man, it's a freakin' mystery!

[pobrecisco]

Dude, please. Lots of people with glaring personality deficits have at least semi-functional relationships.

[airshow]

[ James shrugs broadly, a sarcastic, airy tone to his voice. ]

It's hard when you're narcissistic and don't hold the happiness of other people in extremely high regard...

[pobrecisco]

[ Christ, he can't not roll his eyes. He's in too deep in this to get out now, apparently. ]

Right, because dying for him means you clearly don't give a shit about his happiness. Pull the other one, Trickster.

[airshow]

And yet he's pissed off at me so often.

[pobrecisco]

Look, you were right. I don't know either of you very well. I'm just working off impressions here. But from talking to him about you? He cares about you, he just... maybe doesn't always get that you actually care about him, too.

[airshow]

He cares about everyone. He's a real jerk like that.

[ James flops dramatically back into the rainbow balls. ]

[pobrecisco]

[ James' flop immediate drains some of the tension out of the room, and Cisco lets himself relax a little again. He takes a long sip of his beer to cut the remainder of his tense nerves, as well. ]

Yeah, what an asshole.

[airshow]

It sucks! You don't get it! When someone who cares about everyone doesn't seem like he likes you much more than anybody else, it's— gaaaahhhhh why am I talking to you about this!

[ CRANKY KICKYFEET ]

[pobrecisco]

Because your numerous other friends all live in Canada?

[airshow]

[ FLINGS A BALL

REALLY HARD

It's still plastic and weighs like an ounce. ]

[pobrecisco]

Ow. Hey, you're the one who said it, not me.

[airshow]

I get the feeling you're just using me for my ball pit.

[pobrecisco]

I thought we already established that.

[airshow]

I really get the feeling, et cetera, et cetera.

[pobrecisco]

Nah, man, I could just make my own ball pit.

[airshow]

You're that lonely, huh? So this mystery guy isn't putting out enough, or what?

[pobrecisco]

Who said anything about lonely? Also he's not "Mystery Guy", his name's— Okay, admittedly, his name isn't much better than "Mystery Guy", without context. His name's M.