[ Harrison scrubs at his face with one hand, considering. It would take a lot of finagling as he was genetically identical to Thawne, making it difficult for him to prove he wasn't that Wells. Then again, that Wells was supposed to be paralyzed and he was clearly walking without any sort of assistance. Nor was he a metahuman. Theoretically, they could say the clone staged the accident and that's what Detective West and Cisco discovered in Star City back then, but—
He sips his coffee and stares ahead flatly in annoyance. ]
. . . can't believe I'm even considering it.
[ Jesse. Of course it would be easier to take care of her and allow her to wander freely once she felt up to it. But the thought of her identity not somehow being linked with his made his heart ache, and he grimaces down towards his coffee mug. What Cisco was saying was logical. And whatever was best for Jesse was what he needed to do.
He rubs at the side of his mug with his thumb, brows furrowing. ]
I've . . . yeah. [ He lets out a sigh. No use in denying it. It was the first thing he'd thought once they'd let the dust from the journey to this Earth settle, once she'd sat down and stared up at him with a sort of emptiness in her eyes. She wouldn't talk to him, he knows. Daring rescue or no, he had kept the truth about the particle accelerator from her. Why should she talk to him about everything she endured? ] It's— difficult, with Jess. [ A pause. ] I mean, setting aside the truth about our identities, she tends to be smarter than most doctors and therapists which is not ideal if she doesn't want to cooperate. I can't force her.
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He sips his coffee and stares ahead flatly in annoyance. ]
. . . can't believe I'm even considering it.
[ Jesse. Of course it would be easier to take care of her and allow her to wander freely once she felt up to it. But the thought of her identity not somehow being linked with his made his heart ache, and he grimaces down towards his coffee mug. What Cisco was saying was logical. And whatever was best for Jesse was what he needed to do.
He rubs at the side of his mug with his thumb, brows furrowing. ]
I've . . . yeah. [ He lets out a sigh. No use in denying it. It was the first thing he'd thought once they'd let the dust from the journey to this Earth settle, once she'd sat down and stared up at him with a sort of emptiness in her eyes. She wouldn't talk to him, he knows. Daring rescue or no, he had kept the truth about the particle accelerator from her. Why should she talk to him about everything she endured? ] It's— difficult, with Jess. [ A pause. ] I mean, setting aside the truth about our identities, she tends to be smarter than most doctors and therapists which is not ideal if she doesn't want to cooperate. I can't force her.