[ Cisco shows up around 8:30, follows the sound of the music from the cortex to his lab. Or, what used to be his lab. It's been de fact his-and-Harry's lab for some months now. He'd given up that fight a while ago.
The fight about Harry's questionable taste in music, however, is still ongoing. As soon as Cisco steps in, he turns down the volume by a dozen or so clicks - there is a purpose for it this time, though, beyond just spite. He looks at the line of Harry's back as he is reading, tilting the chair back. If he's not careful, the whole thing will tip; Cisco's made that mistake before. ]
Guess who's hosting a sleepover with Iris and Caitlin, at my apartment?
[ Cisco delivers it as good news, and it is. Jesse making friends with anyone on Earth-1 is a very good sign, as is the fact that she felt comfortable enough making plans of her own. Maybe it would be good if she found a few friends her own age, but Iris and Caitlin at least already know a little about her. Cisco can understand how that might be ideal, considering the amount of explaining it cuts out of the equation.
(And he is glad, too, that empathy for what Jesse is going through was enough to draw Caitlin out of her cocoon of sadness; even if it's only for a night) ]
It was all pizza and nailpolish and Netflix when I left. I expect they'll still be awake by the time we get back.
[ We, not you. Cisco had come bearing more than just that one bit of good news. He has a bag slung over one shoulder, which clinks faintly when he puts it down. He takes out a leather portfolio, first, and after, a six-pack of beer. He can't suppress the grin that's tugging at his mouth as he says - ] Catch! [ And lobs the portfolio to Harrison. ]
A present, from Joe and me.
[ Inside the portfolio are an assortment of carefully forged documents. Birth certificate, social security card, driver's license, student records, medical records. All under the name of Jesse Wells. All showing her to by the daughter of Harrison Wells and Tess Morgan, born in Starling City sixteen years before. The work of coming up with a way to distinguish Harry from Thawne and his crimes is still underway, but Jesse and Cisco and Joe had all agreed on this: she wasn't going to change her name, take on a different identity, just in case they didn't manage to remove suspicion from Harry. She might be mad at him for dragging her from her world, but she still didn't want to pretend to be a person who wasn't his daughter.
And Cisco has an inkling, what that will mean to Harry. How relieved he will be that they are making progress, settling Jesse in. Which is why he brought the beer. If anyone could use a little celebration, it's Harry. They hadn't celebrated, when they got Jesse free. Jay's death had overshadowed that. But now... well, better late than never. Cisco opens two bottles, holds one out to Harry with raised eyebrows. ]
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The fight about Harry's questionable taste in music, however, is still ongoing. As soon as Cisco steps in, he turns down the volume by a dozen or so clicks - there is a purpose for it this time, though, beyond just spite. He looks at the line of Harry's back as he is reading, tilting the chair back. If he's not careful, the whole thing will tip; Cisco's made that mistake before. ]
Guess who's hosting a sleepover with Iris and Caitlin, at my apartment?
[ Cisco delivers it as good news, and it is. Jesse making friends with anyone on Earth-1 is a very good sign, as is the fact that she felt comfortable enough making plans of her own. Maybe it would be good if she found a few friends her own age, but Iris and Caitlin at least already know a little about her. Cisco can understand how that might be ideal, considering the amount of explaining it cuts out of the equation.
(And he is glad, too, that empathy for what Jesse is going through was enough to draw Caitlin out of her cocoon of sadness; even if it's only for a night) ]
It was all pizza and nailpolish and Netflix when I left. I expect they'll still be awake by the time we get back.
[ We, not you. Cisco had come bearing more than just that one bit of good news. He has a bag slung over one shoulder, which clinks faintly when he puts it down. He takes out a leather portfolio, first, and after, a six-pack of beer. He can't suppress the grin that's tugging at his mouth as he says - ] Catch! [ And lobs the portfolio to Harrison. ]
A present, from Joe and me.
[ Inside the portfolio are an assortment of carefully forged documents. Birth certificate, social security card, driver's license, student records, medical records. All under the name of Jesse Wells. All showing her to by the daughter of Harrison Wells and Tess Morgan, born in Starling City sixteen years before. The work of coming up with a way to distinguish Harry from Thawne and his crimes is still underway, but Jesse and Cisco and Joe had all agreed on this: she wasn't going to change her name, take on a different identity, just in case they didn't manage to remove suspicion from Harry. She might be mad at him for dragging her from her world, but she still didn't want to pretend to be a person who wasn't his daughter.
And Cisco has an inkling, what that will mean to Harry. How relieved he will be that they are making progress, settling Jesse in. Which is why he brought the beer. If anyone could use a little celebration, it's Harry. They hadn't celebrated, when they got Jesse free. Jay's death had overshadowed that. But now... well, better late than never. Cisco opens two bottles, holds one out to Harry with raised eyebrows. ]