[ Strange, how he'd forgotten about it until Cisco held the watch out in front of him. He'd written it off as destroyed months ago, after Reverb had crushed it back in the workshop. His wrist had felt strange without it, but he hadn't exactly missed it, either. Harrison reaches over to take it back, slipping it back on with ease, not even bothering to check if it actually still works or not. If Cisco said he was going to fix it, then he would have fixed it. If not, well. He can always give him hell for that later.
More importantly, it felt right, having it on his wrist again. ]
Thanks.
[ It's a soft, murmured bit of gratitude as he wrings out the last of the towels into the bucket. He straightens up, dusting himself off, then washes his hands before he starts to pull out a few things — a few pots, a box of noodles, some vegetables, and a small container of meat. ]
You sticking around for dinner? Jesse should be back in an hour or so.
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More importantly, it felt right, having it on his wrist again. ]
Thanks.
[ It's a soft, murmured bit of gratitude as he wrings out the last of the towels into the bucket. He straightens up, dusting himself off, then washes his hands before he starts to pull out a few things — a few pots, a box of noodles, some vegetables, and a small container of meat. ]
You sticking around for dinner? Jesse should be back in an hour or so.