Yeah.

[ It's true; it's not as if "sixfour" and Cisco had become best friends. He hadn't confided anything in him, hadn't dedicated that much thought to him. Up until just now, he had been a pleasant stranger - nothing more. Cisco stills when Harry sets that reassuring hand on his shoulder, trying to simmer down, limit his emotional response to what is appropriate for the situation. It's... hard, but it's easier with Harry here than it would be alone.

He runs his hands through his hair, brushing it back in frustration. He covers his face with his hands, takes several slow breaths. Fortunately, he didn't have a chance to get too worked up; Harry was here to talk sense right away, to nip this little meltdown in the bud. So after a moment or two, when he speaks again, his voice is closer to normal. Calmer. ]

Okay. Yeah. You're right.

[ Yes, he just admitted Harry was right. It's been known to happen a couple of times. Cisco scrubs at his face and then drops his hands, though they remain fidgety. ]

Anyway, good riddance. He won't get the chance to pull off whatever he was biding his time for. Joke's on him.