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Cisco Ramon ([personal profile] franciscoramon) wrote2016-01-04 12:44 pm

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[personal profile] breacher 2016-04-28 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ He frowns back at him when Cisco pokes at his ribs. He knows exactly what's going on with that gesture and flinches only slightly at the poke — annoying, as it would be for anyone with a few bruised ribs. Harrison scowls up at him. ]

What. You want to see that, too?

[ He pulls up the hem of his shirt, showing more of the bruising on his side. It's mostly to one side, centered around where Griffin had knocked him back and down to the ground. Harrison gives him a moment to take that in before rolling his eyes and lowering it again. ]

Unless you have a better way of dealing with bruising, Ramon, I suggest you get me another ice pack.

[personal profile] breacher 2016-04-28 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
You, Barry, and Joe West. [ A pause, and then he adds dryly. ] My hero.

[ It's sarcasm, but his expression undermines it entirely as he gives Cisco a brief, fond look just then. He'd figured they'd come looking for him eventually but— not that quickly, and not all of them, including Cisco and West and Jesse. His feelings regarding Griffin Grey are complicated — despite it all, he was just a teenager lashing out at the world for the raw hand he got dealt — but the feelings that welled up when he saw the five of them walk through that door aren't.

Harrison pushes himself up, taking the vegetable packets with a muffled "thanks" before going over to one of Cisco's beds, kicking off his shoes and settling in, pressing the packs up against his side. He takes the water bottle and the pills, popping them almost immediately before glancing back up at Cisco.
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Why do you think I came here?

[ True, he could lay down anywhere; it didn't have to be at Ramon's. But his beds were more comfortable.

. . . and he didn't want to be alone right now either, but that's not something he's quite ready to admit.
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[personal profile] breacher 2016-04-28 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ A small smile crosses over his face when Cisco throws the duvet over him, and he chuckles a bit as he reaches over to adjust it. It doesn't last long; he goes quiet at Cisco's question, contemplating how exactly to answer it. After a moment, he speaks quietly. ]

Yes. — well. [ A beat. ] The Harrison Wells that Thawne was impersonating. That's who he thought I was.

[ There's a difference. It's small, but important. As much as Harrison despises people referring to Thawne as his counterpart, the "Harrison Wells" persona existed out in the world. Just thinking about it was exhausting. ]

He wanted me to fix him. His abilities were— super strength, basically. But the more energy he exerted, the more he'd age. [ He was only eighteen, barely Jesse's age. Harrison glances down at that, at the familiar ache in his chest. ] But there's no . . . fixing a metahuman. It's not . . .

[ His voice trails off, words dying out. It's the next step in human evolution, it's pushing the human race forward, you can't just step back— is what he wants to say. On a genetic level though, it's mostly impossible. Being able to take Barry's speed was an incredible feat, and he's still not entirely certain that the assertation that he's "human" again is accurate. ]

I can't do it.

[personal profile] breacher 2016-04-28 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Normally, he'd try to mask it. If it were anyone else, he would still make an attempt to. It's why he's preferred to seclude himself at times like these. But today is different and— it's Cisco. So Harrison allows for the regret and the guilt to slip, even as the corner of his mouth twists up into an awkward half smile. ]

Eighteen. He was eighteen. [ A beat. ] Just a stubborn— punk kid.

[ His voice is rough, he knows. With a sigh, Harrison turns his head towards Cisco, lowering the bag that had been pressed to his temple again. Ramon, who he'd used the same words to describe mere months ago. ]

I know, alright? [ That it's on Thawne, not him. That he can't change the past, or change the choices people have made. That nothing productive will come from feeling sorry for himself. ] I know. Just . . .

[ His voice trails off as he seems at a loss. This was why he always hid away to lick his wounds until he could puff himself back up. His eyes flick around the room briefly. ]

. . . talk about— that.

[ He gestures vaguely at one of Cisco's consoles. He doesn't care much about it to be honest, but it's not a particle accelerator nor is it Griffin Grey. And . . . Cisco likes it. So what the hell. ]

[personal profile] breacher 2016-04-29 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Harrison draws his legs back to make space for Cisco and though he rolls his eyes, he seems quietly grateful that he comes over to sit by him, all too willing to change the subject. He cranes his neck over in the direction of the console, squinting. ]

We have them. They don't look like that.

[ Not that he knows much more than that. Video games had never really held Harrison's interests, and he was fairly sure that wasn't just on his Earth. But seeing Cisco bounce up and pick out a disc and talk enthusiastically about it as he puts it on, he can't help but be mildly intrigued, tilting his head to one side at the screen. ]

Mario. [ Another universal constant, it seems. ] Is this what you do in your spare time, Ramon? Level design?

[ He's trying to sound gruff, he really is, but the smile slowly spreading across his face betrays him. ]

[personal profile] breacher 2016-04-30 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Harrison eyes him for a moment, narrowing his eyes suspiciously before taking the gamepad from Cisco. He takes a moment to situate his hands on it and get the feel for it before glancing up at the screen, starting the level. ]

Do I think you'd resort to cheap tactics to make a level hard, Cisco? Absolutely.

[ He's already distracted though as he tries to make his way through the level. While Harrison isn't terrible at it, it's clear that he's not a gamer and this isn't something he engages on a regular basis. But he approaches it like any other problem, taking stock of the level and his immediate surroundings and getting a feel for what he can and can't use in the area, so what he lacks in basic skill he quickly makes up for in terms of observational learning.

Oddly enough, he's not getting frustrated, instead opting to chew on his lip as he concentrates and after a few tries, he finishes it. With a smirk — a mild one — Harrison passes the gamepad back to Cisco.
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Done.

[personal profile] breacher 2016-05-01 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It was 100% intentional. These days, there's no real bite to it when he calls Cisco by his last name; mostly, it just rolls off the tongue easier for him. But they're friends. He can admit that he's grown closer to Cisco in the past few months than he has most people in years. Right now, there's nothing awkward about him as he settles in casually by Cisco, and no hesitation in his voice when he says his name. He's not even thinking about it right now.

Harrison takes the gamepad back from him and shifts his position so he can see the screen better. When the level starts, he squints at it, then looks over at Cisco.
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Fire flowers. [ A beat. ] Right.

[ It's no surprise that within ten seconds of the level starting, he jumps straight into one as it's coming out of a pipe. He lets out a huff, but really, he's not sure what he expected. He was warned. ]

Those fire flowers.

[personal profile] breacher 2016-05-02 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Any other day of the week, Harrison would probably make a remark about the very slim odds of him ever actually taking him up on that. Technology intrigued him and he was always looking for ways to innovate; game design was another story entirely. But tonight, settled in next to him with the two of them peering over at the gamepad while their cat and capybara are all curled up together in a corner of the room, there's something oddly . . . comforting about it all.

So instead, he takes it somewhat seriously — as seriously as one can when conveyor belts are on the table.
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If you're a sadist, I suppose. [ A beat. ] Put a couple hidden blocks right there. Between the two belts, over the gap.

[personal profile] breacher 2016-05-03 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
You're rubbing off on me. It's not my fault.

[ He gives him a smirk at that, settling in to watch and rolling his eyes at the baby Bowser. He doesn't know much about Mario, but he does know that that thing? Is awful. A light chuckle escapes his lips. ]

Are you saying you can't do this?

[ It's a challenge, really, one he knows that Cisco will accept in a heartbeat. So he leans over to make a few more suggestions — a pirrahna plant here, a mid-air blooper there, and a few other traps scattered about the level. Once they're done, he gives a nod over at the screen. ]

Alright, Cisco. Show me what you can do.

[personal profile] breacher 2016-05-04 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's smug and gloating, but there's more life in his eyes than there was when he first came in. There's still much to be done, with getting Barry his speed back and taking on Hunter Zolomon and rescuing Snow, but it isn't weighing as heavily on his shoulders as it had been. Harrison lets out a chuckle the third time he dies and on the fourth time, he just turns his head over towards Cisco and smiles widely at him, not saying anything else.

When he finally clears the level, Harrison rolls his eyes — but he also reaches over to give him a less-than-enthusiastic pat on the shoulder.
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Congratulations, Ramon, for beating the level you made.

[ The sarcasm practically oozes from his voice, but he gives him a smirk at that before settling back in and pressing the pack back to his forehead. A companionable silence hangs between the two of them as the level posts, allowing them to go back and scroll through some others. Harrison tilts his head to the side after a moment and holds out a hand for the gamepad. When he speaks, it's softer — his attempt at being casual. ]

You don't care if I stay here for a night or two, do you.

[personal profile] breacher 2016-05-05 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
I don't even know what either of those are.

[ Harrison makes a face as he tries to play it off like he doesn't care and to a degree, he doesn't. Cisco could put on the worst television show known to man (currently: that abomination the other Allen was describing not too long ago) and Harrison would still stick around, complaining the entire time. He can't help but follow that up with the smallest of smiles as he dips his head and pushes the gamepad aside, letting Cisco take care of everything so they can settle in with a show and a bowl of popcorn.

There's something comforting in sitting there, casually leaning against one another and letting the banter flow as the screen flickers. No matter how bad things get, Ramon's been there. He may not acknowledge it much, but it's not something that Harrison takes lightly. He's not going to coddle him or lie and say everything will be fine; he's an active partner in finding a solution. And it's strange, how Harrison finds himself starting to feel a similar instinct to what he feels around Jesse at times — wanting to be a better person, someone actually worthy of their time and energy. He shakes his head briefly at the thought before snatching the popcorn from him, monopolizing the bowl for however long he'll let him.
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