[ Harrison doesn't even bat an eye when Cisco storms in and knocks the paper towels across the room. He'd sent a book or two flying across the upstairs himself in complete and utter annoyance, only just now managing to see the silver lining. Zoom was gone; Jesse and Snow were safe from him. They all were, but especially those two. They could recover, maybe even move on in peace. His pride hurt, but he could swallow it in this instance. ]

Hey.

[ He steps over to Cisco and reaches over, placing a hand on his shoulder firmly, rubbing at it lightly with his thumb. ]

We all fell for it. If there was anything to fall for — none of us did anything for him beyond what we would have done for anyone. Alright?

[ As far as he knows, anyway. Maybe Palmer had gone out of his way to talk to Zolomon privately but the rest of them had treated him about the same as they'd treated Thawne in public. In truth, he feels more annoyed by the fact that he'd only just now connected the dots between "sixfour" and Zolomon than he does duped.

But if there's one thing he's learned about Cisco over the past few months, it's that a lot of wounds are still raw and it takes so little for him to start bleeding out again. Except this time, Allen isn't around for him to lean against. If he had to hazard a guess . . . ]

Don't beat yourself up over this. Okay, Cisco?