[ He lets out a soft huff in response to that outburst. ]
I was 20 once, Ramon.
[ And the 80s on his Earth were something, to say the least.
Cisco's teasing him, but he doesn't even care. Maybe that's the catnip talking, or maybe that's just how done he is with everything these days. They're safe from Zolomon, from Killer Frost and Reverb, and they're (mostly) together. Allen leaving wasn't the greatest thing in the world, but Harrison can only hope that he's going back to a better situation, one where he'll get his powers back and grow stronger. That's the hope, anyway.
He leans in to the touch, like an itch that he couldn't quite reach finally getting scratched. ]
Mm. Well. [ There's a pause as he considers that. If Cisco won't ever let him live it down, then— ] Keep an eye on your bed, then.
[ Because he's not beneath making a dry crack about dumping dead birds onto his bedsheets. Thankfully, that's not an urge he's had in the past 24 hours (for him or Snow or Jesse), but Ramon doesn't need to know that.
After a moment, he starts to murmur again. ]
You know. That's why this happened, I think. Partially. [ For real, he means. Harrison glances up at him before he continues. ] For a number of reasons. The clock isn't malicious for the most part. Though Reverb and Killer Frost put that theory to the test. [ There's a small eye roll at that. ] But. Think about it. I want a project. Snow, to some extent, wants a distraction after Zolomon and then Frost. Jesse needs a distraction. You . . .
[ At that, his voice trails off. What did Cisco want, besides a distraction like the rest of them? There's a long pause. ]
. . . need whatever. [ Eloquent. "Whatever" seemed to always sum up Cisco's interests. He could leave it there, he knows, but there's more to this theory and all of the information is pertinent, so. ] And— I need you. So. The clock takes all of that. Puts it together, comes up with a way to satisfy as many of those conditions as possible, to push people. [ A beat. ] I still blame your cat, for the record.
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I was 20 once, Ramon.
[ And the 80s on his Earth were something, to say the least.
Cisco's teasing him, but he doesn't even care. Maybe that's the catnip talking, or maybe that's just how done he is with everything these days. They're safe from Zolomon, from Killer Frost and Reverb, and they're (mostly) together. Allen leaving wasn't the greatest thing in the world, but Harrison can only hope that he's going back to a better situation, one where he'll get his powers back and grow stronger. That's the hope, anyway.
He leans in to the touch, like an itch that he couldn't quite reach finally getting scratched. ]
Mm. Well. [ There's a pause as he considers that. If Cisco won't ever let him live it down, then— ] Keep an eye on your bed, then.
[ Because he's not beneath making a dry crack about dumping dead birds onto his bedsheets. Thankfully, that's not an urge he's had in the past 24 hours (for him or Snow or Jesse), but Ramon doesn't need to know that.
After a moment, he starts to murmur again. ]
You know. That's why this happened, I think. Partially. [ For real, he means. Harrison glances up at him before he continues. ] For a number of reasons. The clock isn't malicious for the most part. Though Reverb and Killer Frost put that theory to the test. [ There's a small eye roll at that. ] But. Think about it. I want a project. Snow, to some extent, wants a distraction after Zolomon and then Frost. Jesse needs a distraction. You . . .
[ At that, his voice trails off. What did Cisco want, besides a distraction like the rest of them? There's a long pause. ]
. . . need whatever. [ Eloquent. "Whatever" seemed to always sum up Cisco's interests. He could leave it there, he knows, but there's more to this theory and all of the information is pertinent, so. ] And— I need you. So. The clock takes all of that. Puts it together, comes up with a way to satisfy as many of those conditions as possible, to push people. [ A beat. ] I still blame your cat, for the record.