[ Harrison rolls his eyes as Cisco downs the rest of his glass, turning his attention back to his papers. It's short lived though. Idly, he knows he's more than tipsy right now when Cisco is able to snatch the reports from his hands with ease, and he lets out a huff of protest before settling back in against his chair, eyeing him flatly.
Because that's a question he hadn't thought of in awhile. What did he do for fun? The particle accelerator came online right around Jesse's high school graduation; before that, it was raising her and running S.T.A.R. Labs at the same time. It was work, but it was satisfying. He'd never felt like he was left wanting back in those days, when he had something to work towards and someone to look after. ]
Funny thing, Ramon. When you're a CEO and the sole parent of a young girl, both of those tend to eat up your time. [ He shrugs. ] But. I read.
[ Which is a neutral answer, but it's also the truth. It was the easiest thing to do in what little downtime he had, from boardroom meetings where he attempted to look busy to waiting out in the car outside of the mall for Jesse to finish up. It was how most of the lab assistants had gotten to know him — he'd strike up a conversation about the latest scientific journal to be published, what it could mean for their future, their takes on it, and so on.
Harrison wasn't one to go out much these days. Before, he was busy. Then, he was tired or running himself ragged working on a solution to their Zoom problem. Now, he looked like a confessed murderer. ]
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Because that's a question he hadn't thought of in awhile. What did he do for fun? The particle accelerator came online right around Jesse's high school graduation; before that, it was raising her and running S.T.A.R. Labs at the same time. It was work, but it was satisfying. He'd never felt like he was left wanting back in those days, when he had something to work towards and someone to look after. ]
Funny thing, Ramon. When you're a CEO and the sole parent of a young girl, both of those tend to eat up your time. [ He shrugs. ] But. I read.
[ Which is a neutral answer, but it's also the truth. It was the easiest thing to do in what little downtime he had, from boardroom meetings where he attempted to look busy to waiting out in the car outside of the mall for Jesse to finish up. It was how most of the lab assistants had gotten to know him — he'd strike up a conversation about the latest scientific journal to be published, what it could mean for their future, their takes on it, and so on.
Harrison wasn't one to go out much these days. Before, he was busy. Then, he was tired or running himself ragged working on a solution to their Zoom problem. Now, he looked like a confessed murderer. ]