A/N: Welp, this is late. Sorry about that /

It's probably not proofread the best either. But I hope whoever is reading this likes it anyway :)

"Caitlin, He absolutely hates me," Julian said

"No one could hate you," Said Caitlin , who was sitting next to him in the now-empty museum café

"Well, he does." Julian stated sadly, "You should have seen him, he was like... a completely different person, a person who didn't care about me at all."

Caitlin put an arm around her boyfriend, attempting to comfort him.

"You can fix this, Jules," she assured him, looking him right in the eyes, "I know you can."

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"I can't believe this!" Cisco burst out, while he and Barry were watching the news

"The thing about the Olympics?" Barry asked, not sure what Cisco meant.

"No! That, I can believe. I meant about Julian and his brother!"

"Oh." Said Barry

"Right?!" Cisco said dramatically, "I thought at least one of them would have been honest about the situation earlier!"

"That would have helped." Barry agreed.

"Just, you think you know someone, you go through so much with them, you think they could never keep something this HUGE from you, and then you find out they did!" Cisco ranted

"...Which brother are we talking about?" Barry asks, and then adds, "And I understand how you feel and why you'd feel that way."

"I meant Dorian, but it could apply to both." Cisco answered.

"Got it." Barry said, "Well, I don't know him at all, but you clearly do. What I'm saying is, you'll know how to handle this. Don't you always?"

"Not always, but thanks. You know, you're pretty good at this. Ever thought of becoming a therapist or something?" Cisco asked.

"Well... I'm a little busy saving the world, but I'll keep it in mind." Chuckled

As usual, Cisco was reminded of what a great friend Barry was.

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Cisco wasn't stupid. He knew that he'd have to talk to Dorian himself about what happened today. But he waited to do it, because he was nice, and he didn't want to mess up the guys first day at the lab. And that didn't change, even when he noticed Julian looked significantly more shaken up than earlier, and was pretty sure his friend had something to do with that.

And Dorian, although extremely bitter, wasn't stupid either. He knew that Cisco was probably planning to start giving him some kind of lecture the minute they got into his car, and started driving back to the apartment they were both living in, temporarily.

Cisco opened his mouth to speak, but Dorian beat him to it.

"I know, I know. I should've told you."

He said it as if it meant nothing.

"Stop that." Cisco said, "Stop pretending like none of this matters to you."

"Who said I was pretending?"

"Your accent did." Cisco stated

"I don't know what you-"

"Yeah, you do. You're great at faking an American accent- until you're emotional about something. Then you revert back to British." He explained, and then added, "Sorta like a cellphone with its default ringtone."

"That's a weird analogy, maybe even for you."

"Oh look, you're American again."

"Stop!" Dorian almost yelled, starting to get annoyed

"And now you're British!"

"How long have you known this?"

"A year. At like, the most." Cisco answered, then tried to get things back on topic, "But that's not what we're talking about."

"Turn Left." Cisco's GPS chirped.

He resisted the urge to reference Doctor Who. It was very hard.

"What's left to talk about?"

"A lot!" Cisco said, and then turned the car left, "But let's start with: What did you say to him today?"

"How did you know I did?" Dorian asked, very impressed and, as Cisco had mentioned, very British.

"When he say you earlier, he was seemed confused and guilty. I'm good at reading people like that. Also, he said he felt confused and guilty." Cisco then realized he had gone off-topic, and tried to go back, "But at some point it switched to guilty, confused, and upset. So I thought: who else could be behind that?"

"That's harsh."

"Probably not as harsh as whatever you said to him. The only time I've seen him like that was when..." Cisco trailed off.

He'd never told his friend about the whole Savitar ordeal, or the whole Zoom ordeal, or the fact that Barry, and many others at STAR Labs were meta humans. He decided it was a story for another day.

"Harsh is accusing a fifteen year old of murder, the ignoring them for years." Dorian said, trying to shift the blame and thereby change the subject.

"I never said it wasn't, but two wrongs don't make a-"

"Right." The GPS chirped out.

"Siri has spoken!" Cisco exclaimed, and gestured to his phone, before quickly turning the car.

~~~~ five minutes later ~~~~~

"Put your head back inside the car window!" Cisco screamed at his friend, trying to be heard over the wind.

Why was Dorians head out the window? Because he was annoyed with Cisco, and wanted to stop talking about things.

How Mature. (No, not really.)

Cisco pressed a button on his side of the car, and closed the window.

"You know," Cisco said, and stopped the car outside the apartment complex, "There are ways to say 'Cisco, stop talking' that don't involve sticking your head out a window at 50 miles an hour."

He said it seriously, but smiled at the end. He was done talking about the subject for now, and wanted to move on to the rest of his day.

"So we're done?"

"For now," Said Cisco, shrugging and getting out of the car.

Dorian also got out of the car, and so Cisco walked over to his side of the car. He put his hand on the inside of the car.

Unfortunately for him, Dorian wasn't paying attention, and slammed the car door on Cisco's hand. Hard.

Cisco screamed in pain for several seconds, until Dorian finally succeeded in freeing his hand from said door.

"Are you okay?" Dorian said, and then started frantically apologizing, " I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay," Cisco said, although his pained expression said otherwise, "I know it was- " He then tried to re shut the door, with his injured hand, resulting in another yelp of pain, "Ohhhkay, Nope, that hurts, can't do that- what was I saying?"

"Doesn't matter," Dorian said hurriedly, "Would you let me look at that?"

Cisco nodded, not wanting to talk for fear he'd end up screaming in pain again. He knew his friend had some sort of medical training, he just couldn't remember what.

Cisco shut his eyes, anticipating to feel more pain.

But he didn't. He felt Dorians fingers against his own, and then, for a reason he couldn't understand, a sensation of relief.

When he opened his eyes, he realized why his hand had stopped hurting: it was healed. Completely and totally.

"I don't-" He stammered, "How did you-" he frantically examined his now-healed hand, searching for some sign of the previous injury, "I don't even know how-"

"Well..." Dorian said, seeming reluctant and relieved at the same time, "I guess I have some explaining to do."

"Ya think?!?" Cisco half-yelled.

He'd been hoping to have a semi-normal day. But that didn't look like it would happen anymore.