Summary
"You're not going to fall asleep before midnight, are you?" Harry asked, half teasing. "I'm supposed to be the old man around here, remember?" "Yeah, that's why I'm cutting you off the caffeine." Cisco yawned and snuggled against Harry's shoulder. "I don't even want to know how many cups you've had today. Let's make cutting back your New Years resolution." "Blasphemy."