[ It's a temporary arrangement; the best possible solution they can come up with, when Earth-1 suddenly finds itself plus one Harrison and Jesse Wells, and minus one Jay Garrick.
Joe's house is a no-go, since Wally started staying there. Easier for him than staying in the apartment where his mother's absence is so raw, where reminders of her are on every single surface, in every object. They don't even ask Caitlin; they all know better than to impose on her after what just happened to Jay. (Cisco doesn't doubt he will be over there at least once a day for the next few weeks, the way he was after she'd lost Ronnie. He will sit close to her, braid her hair, bring her ice cream, talk to her about his ongoing attempt to engineer an actual, functioning Star Trek style phaser. Do whatever it takes to get her mind off the pain. But for tonight, he knows, she just wants to be alone.)
And of course, motels and hotels are out of the question. They could register the room under another name, let Cisco pay for it, but there is always a chance someone would recognize Harry as the supposedly-deceased, definitely-a-murderer Harrison Wells. The last time that happened he'd ended up with a bullet in his chest. So private accommodations are the only way, and Cisco's apartment just happens to have a spare room. It's not very big, and there's not really anything in it, except for a twin bed that's only ever been used by Caitlin. Still, it's clean, and private, and a big step up from being chained in a cage in Zoom's evil lair. So Cisco makes the bed, gives Jesse some of his old pajamas and a new toothbrush, leaves her to shower off the grime of four months captivity.
Four months. He really doesn't want to think about what that does to someone.
His next move is to put clean sheets on his own bed, to shove the worst of the mess into hampers or the closet and out of the way, so that Harry can sleep in his room. It seems less of an imposition than when Harry set himself up working in Cisco's lab that first day. That place is more home to him than this apartment. Besides, it's just how things are done. While he was growing up, any time his parents had relatives visiting from out of town, Cisco would get bundled out of his room to sleep on the sofa. ]
We can deal with everything else tomorrow.
[ Everything else is a long list; Cisco knows it. But it's hard to feel too daunted by it, considering what they've just accomplished. Compared to facing down Zoom, setting up a new life in a new world is child's play. ]
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Joe's house is a no-go, since Wally started staying there. Easier for him than staying in the apartment where his mother's absence is so raw, where reminders of her are on every single surface, in every object. They don't even ask Caitlin; they all know better than to impose on her after what just happened to Jay. (Cisco doesn't doubt he will be over there at least once a day for the next few weeks, the way he was after she'd lost Ronnie. He will sit close to her, braid her hair, bring her ice cream, talk to her about his ongoing attempt to engineer an actual, functioning Star Trek style phaser. Do whatever it takes to get her mind off the pain. But for tonight, he knows, she just wants to be alone.)
And of course, motels and hotels are out of the question. They could register the room under another name, let Cisco pay for it, but there is always a chance someone would recognize Harry as the supposedly-deceased, definitely-a-murderer Harrison Wells. The last time that happened he'd ended up with a bullet in his chest. So private accommodations are the only way, and Cisco's apartment just happens to have a spare room. It's not very big, and there's not really anything in it, except for a twin bed that's only ever been used by Caitlin. Still, it's clean, and private, and a big step up from being chained in a cage in Zoom's evil lair. So Cisco makes the bed, gives Jesse some of his old pajamas and a new toothbrush, leaves her to shower off the grime of four months captivity.
Four months. He really doesn't want to think about what that does to someone.
His next move is to put clean sheets on his own bed, to shove the worst of the mess into hampers or the closet and out of the way, so that Harry can sleep in his room. It seems less of an imposition than when Harry set himself up working in Cisco's lab that first day. That place is more home to him than this apartment. Besides, it's just how things are done. While he was growing up, any time his parents had relatives visiting from out of town, Cisco would get bundled out of his room to sleep on the sofa. ]
We can deal with everything else tomorrow.
[ Everything else is a long list; Cisco knows it. But it's hard to feel too daunted by it, considering what they've just accomplished. Compared to facing down Zoom, setting up a new life in a new world is child's play. ]