[ When Cisco reaches in to take his glasses away, his only response is to briefly brush against his legs with a muffled hum. The intensity starts to leave him almost as quickly as it seems to have come as the calm settles over him. He even manages to ignore Cisco's laughter, too dazed and focused on that damnable paper towel roll and its inability to stay in one place.
It's about ten or fifteen minutes before some of Harrison's faculties seem to clear up. There's still a sort of fuzziness in his head as well as a few cravings (he'd been to college, he knows how it goes), but his eyes start to focus more. He lifts a hand up to his hair, picking out a few pieces of the herb before swiping a hand over his face once or twice. He'd have to shower to get out some of the smaller pieces, but for now, this was fine.
What he really wants to do is yell at Cisco for a stunt like that — go to town on him. But he doesn't have the energy for that and, more importantly, he doesn't have the heart. It wasn't that long ago that the thought of even the most casual of contact with Ramon made him flinch; now, Reverb was a distant memory, replaced by burgers and catnip betrayal.
Harrison pushes himself up, briefly avoiding eye contact as he shakes his head, brushing more of the herb out of it. The avoidance doesn't last more than a few seconds though as he sits down right nearby on the couch, arms crossed, looking thoroughly unimpressed. He clears his throat but doesn't speak just yet, out of concern that the cat may, quite literally, still have his tongue. ]
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It's about ten or fifteen minutes before some of Harrison's faculties seem to clear up. There's still a sort of fuzziness in his head as well as a few cravings (he'd been to college, he knows how it goes), but his eyes start to focus more. He lifts a hand up to his hair, picking out a few pieces of the herb before swiping a hand over his face once or twice. He'd have to shower to get out some of the smaller pieces, but for now, this was fine.
What he really wants to do is yell at Cisco for a stunt like that — go to town on him. But he doesn't have the energy for that and, more importantly, he doesn't have the heart. It wasn't that long ago that the thought of even the most casual of contact with Ramon made him flinch; now, Reverb was a distant memory, replaced by burgers and catnip betrayal.
Harrison pushes himself up, briefly avoiding eye contact as he shakes his head, brushing more of the herb out of it. The avoidance doesn't last more than a few seconds though as he sits down right nearby on the couch, arms crossed, looking thoroughly unimpressed. He clears his throat but doesn't speak just yet, out of concern that the cat may, quite literally, still have his tongue. ]