Yup. Not really all that interested in a thrilling side career as your on-call plumber. So-
[ Without further hesitation, Cisco plunges into an explanation of what he's doing, as he's doing it. He doesn't simplify what he's saying, in the way that he might if it were Joe listening, but he does move a bit slower than he has to, makes sure Harry can actually see what he's doing with his hands, which tools he's using, how he is checking everything. It's cramped and at an awkward angle (and he does, in fact, hit his head at one point) but it's also kind of fun. Cisco's always been someone who likes understanding how things work, who likes teaching people about how things work, and who especially likes fixing things.
So when the two of them are both on their feet again, Cisco runs the tap and beams when the sink is functioning normally. ]
[ There's something almost muted about his responses as Cisco works, from the curt nods to the soft hums, all telltale signs that he's listening and learning. He pulls back when he moves to get up, holding out a hand to help him up and then glances over at the running tap. ]
. . . huh.
[ Part of him wants to go on about how it's different on Earth-2 and— maybe it is. Maybe the rotation of his Earth is slightly different, enough to throw their plumbing onto an entirely different track.
And then, part of him just wants to let Cisco have this one. In the end, that's the part he listens to. ]
Not bad. [ That and a small nod are the only indications of praise that he's willing to give. Harrison pulls out a few towels from a nearby cabinet and starts mopping up the water on the floor, letting them soak it up. ] . . . When did you learn that?
[ Now that the sink is fixed, Cisco helps Harry to spread out the towels, the two of them falling into sync cleaning up together in the way they often do these days. He picks up one of the sopping towels and holds it over the sink, wringing out the excess as he tries to come up with the answer to Harry's question. It takes a moment or two of silence, Cisco's eyes narrowed in thought as he searches for the right memory. ]
I don't remember exactly, I guess I was probably like, six or seven? I loved taking stuff apart and seeing how it worked and all that, and Dante broke the sink while our parents were at work, so I thought maybe I could fix it before they got home.
[ The unspoken end to that thought, of course, is that Cisco thought if he fixed it, they might be proud of him. That it would make them happy, and they would praise him, look at him the way they looked at Dante while he was practicing piano. But no way in hell is he gonna say that. ]
So I stopped it from leaking and got it working again... mostly, but I did a pretty crap job. It broke again, like, two days later and they had to call a plumber, and when he was fixing it he let me sit there and watch what he did, so I knew how to do it myself the next time.
[ That earns a rare smile from Harrison — small, soft, and reserved. Of course Ramon would have started off young, tinkering with anything he could get his hands on. Harrison was the same in some respects, though he'd never admit it.
So instead, he gives a nod over to the sink instead as he reaches for another towel. ]
And then you knew how to do that.
[ Unsaid is how impressive it is. How a kid not even ten years old could do something that a man nearly fifty years old couldn't. Harrison doesn't need to say it, never does; it comes implied in small, tiny gestures instead, like how he reaches over to pat his shoulder lightly but warmly, with only the slightest bit of stiffness in his fingers. He pulls his hand back and straightens up, grabbing a bucket for them to wring out the wet towels. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ The way Harry says that - it's like he doesn't even have to invite Cisco, like Cisco is just... belongs here, as a matter of course. Which Cisco supposes is kind of true. He has a key. He can come and go and whatever Harry had said at the time, it isn't just so Harry can text him to walk Pythagoras or fetch him things. He's welcome here. ]
Yeah. [ Cisco tucks his hair behind his ear. ] Yeah, dinner sounds awesome.
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[ Without further hesitation, Cisco plunges into an explanation of what he's doing, as he's doing it. He doesn't simplify what he's saying, in the way that he might if it were Joe listening, but he does move a bit slower than he has to, makes sure Harry can actually see what he's doing with his hands, which tools he's using, how he is checking everything. It's cramped and at an awkward angle (and he does, in fact, hit his head at one point) but it's also kind of fun. Cisco's always been someone who likes understanding how things work, who likes teaching people about how things work, and who especially likes fixing things.
So when the two of them are both on their feet again, Cisco runs the tap and beams when the sink is functioning normally. ]
Voila!
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. . . huh.
[ Part of him wants to go on about how it's different on Earth-2 and— maybe it is. Maybe the rotation of his Earth is slightly different, enough to throw their plumbing onto an entirely different track.
And then, part of him just wants to let Cisco have this one. In the end, that's the part he listens to. ]
Not bad. [ That and a small nod are the only indications of praise that he's willing to give. Harrison pulls out a few towels from a nearby cabinet and starts mopping up the water on the floor, letting them soak it up. ] . . . When did you learn that?
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I don't remember exactly, I guess I was probably like, six or seven? I loved taking stuff apart and seeing how it worked and all that, and Dante broke the sink while our parents were at work, so I thought maybe I could fix it before they got home.
[ The unspoken end to that thought, of course, is that Cisco thought if he fixed it, they might be proud of him. That it would make them happy, and they would praise him, look at him the way they looked at Dante while he was practicing piano. But no way in hell is he gonna say that. ]
So I stopped it from leaking and got it working again... mostly, but I did a pretty crap job. It broke again, like, two days later and they had to call a plumber, and when he was fixing it he let me sit there and watch what he did, so I knew how to do it myself the next time.
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So instead, he gives a nod over to the sink instead as he reaches for another towel. ]
And then you knew how to do that.
[ Unsaid is how impressive it is. How a kid not even ten years old could do something that a man nearly fifty years old couldn't. Harrison doesn't need to say it, never does; it comes implied in small, tiny gestures instead, like how he reaches over to pat his shoulder lightly but warmly, with only the slightest bit of stiffness in his fingers. He pulls his hand back and straightens up, grabbing a bucket for them to wring out the wet towels. ]
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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.
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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.
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Yeah. [ Cisco tucks his hair behind his ear. ] Yeah, dinner sounds awesome.