[ He catches on quickly. Harrison shouldn't be surprised and he isn't, not really. And in a way, it's almost . . . nice, like a weight off of his shoulders. His hands finally go still as he nods and though he's pale, bringing out the dark circles under his eyes, he manages to give Cisco a half-smirk, looking over at him more directly now. ]

Don't get me wrong. I didn't want to. [ Didn't want to die, anyway. He'd known a number of fools over the years with a deathwish; he wasn't one of them. ] But it seemed inevitable.

[ Harrison doesn't elaborate on that, settling back in against the couch instead. What else is there to say? He'd accepted it for awhile, from the moment Jesse was taken, but he'd be lying if he said he was fully at peace with it when they finally tracked down Zoom. Some small part of him had grown attached to their world, their problems, them, and it grew little by little as the weeks passed. And now? ]

And— yes, now I'm still alive. And I don't know what to do with myself. [ He glances over at him again, eyes half-lidded. ] Something with S.T.A.R. Labs maybe, depending on how Barry wants to go forward with it. I don't know.

[ His real problem was that he didn't know what to do with his sudden abundance of hope. Not a bad problem to have all things considered, but Harrison couldn't help but idly wonder when the other shoe would drop and everything would go to hell. ]