[ Cisco can't help beaming, seeing Harry with his head bent, looking at the documents, smiling quietly to himself. Not the kind of smiles Cisco had seen on his face when Jesse was still being held captive. This is something much smaller, quieter. A private sort of smile. He almost feels bad for seeing it - almost. ]
Beggars can't be choosers.
[ Beer is beer is beer, as far as Cisco is concerned. It's not like he'd bought the really cheap, really nasty stuff either. Harry just has to find something to complain about, lest anyone mistake him for a decent human being. Cisco's grown pretty immune to it, to be honest. At first everything seemed a personal insult. Now Cisco can just roll his eyes and dismiss it as a part of his unique charm. ]
This one's all me.
[ He had been planning on making a toast - to your new life, something like that. But Harry beat him to the punch, so Cisco lets it slide, takes a drink from his own bottle. Then, because he's feeling generous, he bumps up the volume on the music again, smiling as he concedes: ]
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Beggars can't be choosers.
[ Beer is beer is beer, as far as Cisco is concerned. It's not like he'd bought the really cheap, really nasty stuff either. Harry just has to find something to complain about, lest anyone mistake him for a decent human being. Cisco's grown pretty immune to it, to be honest. At first everything seemed a personal insult. Now Cisco can just roll his eyes and dismiss it as a part of his unique charm. ]
This one's all me.
[ He had been planning on making a toast - to your new life, something like that. But Harry beat him to the punch, so Cisco lets it slide, takes a drink from his own bottle. Then, because he's feeling generous, he bumps up the volume on the music again, smiling as he concedes: ]
I guess this song's not too bad.