[ Maybe it's the smile, or Harry's hand on his shoulder, or the fact that in telling the story Cisco how he'd felt as a kid. How badly he had wanted... well, something like this. Not to be adored and half-worshipped, the way his parents adored and half-worshipped Dante. But he'd longed and schemed and strived for just a little affection and appreciation. It might seem simple, to someone else. For Cisco, who had never had the chance to get accustomed to it much less expect it, it feels monumental, every time.
So he ducks his head, smiling in silent delight. It's strange, to actually feel proud of himself. ]
Yeah, guess so.
[ For a little while now Cisco has been dithering, putting this off - mostly because he still felt awkward and guilty over the whole thing, and the right moment really hadn't come up for it. But right now... it seems right. So Cisco reaches into the pocket of his jeans and draws out Harry's watch - the one he'd broken, when he was Reverb. The one he had fixed. ]
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So he ducks his head, smiling in silent delight. It's strange, to actually feel proud of himself. ]
Yeah, guess so.
[ For a little while now Cisco has been dithering, putting this off - mostly because he still felt awkward and guilty over the whole thing, and the right moment really hadn't come up for it. But right now... it seems right. So Cisco reaches into the pocket of his jeans and draws out Harry's watch - the one he'd broken, when he was Reverb. The one he had fixed. ]
Uh, been meaning to get this back to you, too.