[ A small smile crosses over his face when Cisco throws the duvet over him, and he chuckles a bit as he reaches over to adjust it. It doesn't last long; he goes quiet at Cisco's question, contemplating how exactly to answer it. After a moment, he speaks quietly. ]

Yes. — well. [ A beat. ] The Harrison Wells that Thawne was impersonating. That's who he thought I was.

[ There's a difference. It's small, but important. As much as Harrison despises people referring to Thawne as his counterpart, the "Harrison Wells" persona existed out in the world. Just thinking about it was exhausting. ]

He wanted me to fix him. His abilities were— super strength, basically. But the more energy he exerted, the more he'd age. [ He was only eighteen, barely Jesse's age. Harrison glances down at that, at the familiar ache in his chest. ] But there's no . . . fixing a metahuman. It's not . . .

[ His voice trails off, words dying out. It's the next step in human evolution, it's pushing the human race forward, you can't just step back— is what he wants to say. On a genetic level though, it's mostly impossible. Being able to take Barry's speed was an incredible feat, and he's still not entirely certain that the assertation that he's "human" again is accurate. ]

I can't do it.