[ He hates this. Even if he didn't care for many people, he'd long since moved Cisco out of that category, from dislike to mild disdain to tolerance to quiet acceptance to a barely acknowledged fond affection. They'd been working as a team for so many months now that he'd forgotten what it was like to have that bond strained like this, with the awkwardness hanging in the air between the two of them. How he'd spent months actively giving him a wide berth. Harrison shifts, like he's going to move towards him, and then he stops himself. He can't push it; it would be too forced for the both of them.
So instead, he cranes his neck, glancing around the workshop instead and nodding slowly. ]
Sure. [ A beat. ] Take your time.
[ It's just a watch. He'd much rather have that be shattered than his wrist. Besides, he'd spent months without it before. It was a minor inconvenience but nothing he was really broken up over, at least.
There's a long pause before he speaks again, softly. ]
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So instead, he cranes his neck, glancing around the workshop instead and nodding slowly. ]
Sure. [ A beat. ] Take your time.
[ It's just a watch. He'd much rather have that be shattered than his wrist. Besides, he'd spent months without it before. It was a minor inconvenience but nothing he was really broken up over, at least.
There's a long pause before he speaks again, softly. ]
. . . good to have you back, Ramon.