[ It hadn't taken them long to find a new place once they had a solid plan of action. What took Harrison and Jesse as long as it had, really, was the fact that they were both still recovering from the whole ordeal, and Jesse seemed to be responding well enough to being around other people. And grudgingly, Harrison would have to admit that he didn't mind staying at Ramon's as much as he'd lead one to believe. But they needed their own space. Harrison was a creature of habit and Jesse needed somewhere where she could be alone for a bit, decompress, and allow herself to be a scared seventeen year-old girl upset at the world, her father included. While he appreciated her ability to put on a brave face after a day and lift her head high, Harrison knew damn well that she needed to let it out more than she had.
So it wasn't a coincidence that he'd decided to spend a late night at S.T.A.R. Labs. He'd contacted Jesse to let her know he'd be late — running modules and waiting for them to process — and not to wait up for him for dinner. That would give her a good few hours to herself. Hopefully, productive ones. At best, she'd walk down a few blocks to the West residence and have dinner with them (and he could tell he was improving, since the thought of her walking just that far didn't send him into a panic). At worst, he'd come home to find her door locked, light pouring out underneath it, and have to endure the silent treatment for a day or two. It was a risk he was willing to take.
He pushes away from one desk with a foot, chair sliding across the room to another one with ease. It was funny how with just a little bit more sleep, the squeaking of the wheels wasn't nearly as irritating as it used to be. With a soft hum, Harrison reaches over to flick some music on and pulls up some of the research he and Barry had poured through when making the breach reactor charges. He leans back in his chair and starts to flip through them, idly glancing up occasionally to check the progress of his modules on the other machine. ]
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So it wasn't a coincidence that he'd decided to spend a late night at S.T.A.R. Labs. He'd contacted Jesse to let her know he'd be late — running modules and waiting for them to process — and not to wait up for him for dinner. That would give her a good few hours to herself. Hopefully, productive ones. At best, she'd walk down a few blocks to the West residence and have dinner with them (and he could tell he was improving, since the thought of her walking just that far didn't send him into a panic). At worst, he'd come home to find her door locked, light pouring out underneath it, and have to endure the silent treatment for a day or two. It was a risk he was willing to take.
He pushes away from one desk with a foot, chair sliding across the room to another one with ease. It was funny how with just a little bit more sleep, the squeaking of the wheels wasn't nearly as irritating as it used to be. With a soft hum, Harrison reaches over to flick some music on and pulls up some of the research he and Barry had poured through when making the breach reactor charges. He leans back in his chair and starts to flip through them, idly glancing up occasionally to check the progress of his modules on the other machine. ]