[ Harrison flinches at the touch, tensing up immediately though he practically wills himself to not pull away. That was Reverb. This is Cisco. He can still feel the phantom pressure against his wrist and attempts to steel himself, expression neutral as his eyes flick over, from his hand to his face.
Sentimental was never a good look for him, but neither was fear. So while he can't force a smile in turn, he can stay steady, giving him a slow nod of understanding. ]
Figures.
[ It's a rough, quiet statement, lacking the usual sarcasm that peppers his words. He doesn't have the energy for it, not now. ]
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Sentimental was never a good look for him, but neither was fear. So while he can't force a smile in turn, he can stay steady, giving him a slow nod of understanding. ]
Figures.
[ It's a rough, quiet statement, lacking the usual sarcasm that peppers his words. He doesn't have the energy for it, not now. ]