Cisco stared at the air between him and the beehive, immediately regretting his decision.
Barry had googled how to use the bee smoker, and was walking Joe through how to use it.
Cisco just sat in a nearby porch swing and waited for them to finish. Next to his head, a honeybee landed, making him scoot the other way.
"Uh, guys? How much longer?" He asked nervously, staring at his tiny, six-legged companion.
"Smokin them right now." Joe responded. Another bee landed on the other side of Cisco, and he gulped, standing up.
"I want to make it known that I really do not like this."
Barry and Joe responded simultaneously.
"We know!"
Barry sped Cisco into the thick of it before he could back out. Suddenly, Cisco was surrounded by honeybees, and he made a very, very distressed noise.
"I am regretting every decision I have ever made right now!" He shouted, slowly inching closer to the hive while seemingly shrinking away from it. The bees were everywhere, as bees usually were, buzzing curiously. One landed on his nose, making Cisco shriek.
A permanent grimace was had as the bee lazily climbed up the bridge of his nose.
There were bees in his hair, on his clothes, on his hands, literally everywhere.
Cisco was starting to have a panic attack. His skin was crawling, his pulse was racing, and he just wanted to go home and take a really, really long shower.
The bees were confused, and probably scared, he reminded himself. More scared of you than you are of them.
Except that wasn't the case at all, really.
Cisco had never felt more fear in his life.
Finally, Cisco made it to the hive, and carefully pressed his palms to the top of it.
He went into the trance-like vibe state, and suddenly, he was with you.