[ Something about that makes him pause. There's something extremely depressing about it all — Ramon, usually so expressive and vibrant, behaving awkwardly, closed off, drawing away from him. And even though he'd spent the past few days hiding away from him (from his counterpart, really, but from him), Harrison can't help but feel an ache in his chest.
He makes up his mind then and there, slipping his hands into his pockets and stepping over, elbowing him firmly as he passes Cisco before stopping at his other side to glance at the papers over his shoulder. ]
It wasn't hard.
[ It's a simple statement, but it's true. Harrison isn't saying it to make him feel any better (though if it has that effect, well, he won't comment one way or another); they were two distinctly different people and Reverb wasn't exactly the best actor in the world, either.
And at this point, he'd like to think that he knows Ramon— knows Cisco by now. ]
[ He can tell what Harry is doing - making himself come near, elbowing him like that in an attempt to undo his unconscious flinch. Cisco is torn between gratitude and guilt that Harry feels obligated to do it. Why did this have to happen, just when things between them had gotten simpler? Why did Reverb have to ruin everything? ]
What, um. What tipped you off?
[ Cisco knows that maybe he shouldn't ask. Asking is forcing Harry to think about it, relive it, and that can't be pleasant. But all the same, he needs to know. He feels sick and unmoored and just wants to have some detail he can hold onto. It might not have been hard for Harry to spot the difference between them, but right now the barrier between his own identity and Reverb's feels far more fluid than Cisco would like. ]
[ Despite how close they are, he can't help but feel the distance grow as he crosses his arms, taking a step back so he can lean against a nearby cabinet. He considers the question for a moment quietly before he shrugs his shoulders. ]
Word choice.
[ Truth be told, he probably should have noticed it sooner. Harrison would like to think that, anyway — Reverb carried himself differently, exuded a confidence that was different from Cisco's. His brushed up against arrogance repeatedly, whereas Cisco's was more— bold. Brash. Never dangled over someone else, though. He glances back over at him as that thought crosses his mind. It's like night and day, looking at him now compared to the man who'd attacked him days ago.
The distance doesn't feel as great now. ]
How he speaks. It's different. He's not formal, but . . . [ Harrison trails off, shaking his head as he pushes away from the cabinet and moves back over to the table, this time standing next to him as he gestures idly. ] Personality shows through. — you don't say yes, you'd say— "yeah" or some infuriating bit of slang you picked up from a TV show.
[ At that, he tilts his head to one side, giving him a small, almost smug smile. ]
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[ Is that really all? Cisco had expected it was something more than that - that Reverb had forgotten some important detail, or Harry's devices picked up that he was resonating at Earth-2's frequency, or something of that nature. The fact that it was something intrinsic, something tiny and yet fundamental, is surprisingly reassuring. Most of the time, Cisco speaks without thinking. Words come easily to him - he speaks quickly, snappily, knows he can be witty when he wants to.
The idea that Harry could know him from Reverb just by the patterns of their speech is enough to make the corner of his mouth twitch up into a smile. It's not a big one, or very bright. But he's shocked anything could make him smile today, given the circumstances. ]
I get the feeling Reverb didn't watch a lotta TV. [ Cisco meets Harry's eyes, tentative but a shade more hopeful than a moment earlier. ] Maybe that's why he went bad. Not enough Star Trek growing up.
[ He's mostly kidding, but wouldn't that be wild, if it were true? ]
[ That small smile makes Harrison's smirk soften in turn. The tight feeling in his chest starts to lessen as he lets out a huffy chuckle, shaking his head. ]
Somehow, I doubt it.
[ Things would be awkward for a bit — he had no doubts about that. It was the same before, when Cisco had found out about Turtle and had come by anyway, hanging close awkwardly. Talking to him when he could. Coming over to help wrangle Pythagoras. He wasn't ready to go back to everything being completely normal just yet, the flinching still fresh in his mind. But it was a start. They'd get back there.
He reaches over to scoop up the schematics, taking them off to the side to slide them under some books, to flatten them out a bit more. ]
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He makes up his mind then and there, slipping his hands into his pockets and stepping over, elbowing him firmly as he passes Cisco before stopping at his other side to glance at the papers over his shoulder. ]
It wasn't hard.
[ It's a simple statement, but it's true. Harrison isn't saying it to make him feel any better (though if it has that effect, well, he won't comment one way or another); they were two distinctly different people and Reverb wasn't exactly the best actor in the world, either.
And at this point, he'd like to think that he knows Ramon— knows Cisco by now. ]
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What, um. What tipped you off?
[ Cisco knows that maybe he shouldn't ask. Asking is forcing Harry to think about it, relive it, and that can't be pleasant. But all the same, he needs to know. He feels sick and unmoored and just wants to have some detail he can hold onto. It might not have been hard for Harry to spot the difference between them, but right now the barrier between his own identity and Reverb's feels far more fluid than Cisco would like. ]
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Word choice.
[ Truth be told, he probably should have noticed it sooner. Harrison would like to think that, anyway — Reverb carried himself differently, exuded a confidence that was different from Cisco's. His brushed up against arrogance repeatedly, whereas Cisco's was more— bold. Brash. Never dangled over someone else, though. He glances back over at him as that thought crosses his mind. It's like night and day, looking at him now compared to the man who'd attacked him days ago.
The distance doesn't feel as great now. ]
How he speaks. It's different. He's not formal, but . . . [ Harrison trails off, shaking his head as he pushes away from the cabinet and moves back over to the table, this time standing next to him as he gestures idly. ] Personality shows through. — you don't say yes, you'd say— "yeah" or some infuriating bit of slang you picked up from a TV show.
[ At that, he tilts his head to one side, giving him a small, almost smug smile. ]
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The idea that Harry could know him from Reverb just by the patterns of their speech is enough to make the corner of his mouth twitch up into a smile. It's not a big one, or very bright. But he's shocked anything could make him smile today, given the circumstances. ]
I get the feeling Reverb didn't watch a lotta TV. [ Cisco meets Harry's eyes, tentative but a shade more hopeful than a moment earlier. ] Maybe that's why he went bad. Not enough Star Trek growing up.
[ He's mostly kidding, but wouldn't that be wild, if it were true? ]
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Somehow, I doubt it.
[ Things would be awkward for a bit — he had no doubts about that. It was the same before, when Cisco had found out about Turtle and had come by anyway, hanging close awkwardly. Talking to him when he could. Coming over to help wrangle Pythagoras. He wasn't ready to go back to everything being completely normal just yet, the flinching still fresh in his mind. But it was a start. They'd get back there.
He reaches over to scoop up the schematics, taking them off to the side to slide them under some books, to flatten them out a bit more. ]
Find a shop vaccuum for the rest of it, Ramon.