As Fitz leaves, all of Cisco's attention is on Caitlin now. She doesn't need to do anything to sell this to him, the bruises and the marks on her skin...it's more than enough for a heart as soft as his. And the bonus of having his best friend's face? Well, that just adds insult to injury.

"No, look--" His hands go up to cup her face, make her look at him, but not at all in a way like the sheer manhandling she's been dealing with all this time. "you didn't make him, any of them, do anything. They made those choices on their own. This isn't your fault. None of this. It's--" His voice wavers and his eyes sting with unshed tears. "it's my fault. I should have known, Cait... nobody knows you better than me, she shouldn't have been able to fool me like that. Not for this long."