[ Despite how close they are, he can't help but feel the distance grow as he crosses his arms, taking a step back so he can lean against a nearby cabinet. He considers the question for a moment quietly before he shrugs his shoulders. ]

Word choice.

[ Truth be told, he probably should have noticed it sooner. Harrison would like to think that, anyway — Reverb carried himself differently, exuded a confidence that was different from Cisco's. His brushed up against arrogance repeatedly, whereas Cisco's was more— bold. Brash. Never dangled over someone else, though. He glances back over at him as that thought crosses his mind. It's like night and day, looking at him now compared to the man who'd attacked him days ago.

The distance doesn't feel as great now. ]

How he speaks. It's different. He's not formal, but . . . [ Harrison trails off, shaking his head as he pushes away from the cabinet and moves back over to the table, this time standing next to him as he gestures idly. ] Personality shows through. — you don't say yes, you'd say— "yeah" or some infuriating bit of slang you picked up from a TV show.

[ At that, he tilts his head to one side, giving him a small, almost smug smile. ]