[ It's true that Cisco wouldn't know the first thing about running a company, or about raising a child. But he does know a little about working hard. Still, he had always made time for other things. Movies and video games and, yes, books and journals. But also, drinks, and bars, and dancing, and more than a few bad decisions. He didn't expect Harry's answer would be anything like that, but... ]

You read. That's it? C'mon, Harry, there's gotta be more. You listen to music. [ Cisco gestures at the computer which is still making its way through Harry's playlist ] I know you've at least seen, like, a couple good movies.

[ Cisco's head feels a little heavy on his neck, his limbs loose and warm, the words coming from him with less and less time for editing in his brain. ]

There's no way you haven't got at least one tiny, itsy bitsy vice. [ He holds up thumb and forefinger, barely a centimeter apart. Cisco's smiling at Harry, eyes bright and dark, biting at his bottom lip just a little. ] Is it so bad you're worried to tell me?

[ A clumsy tactic, maybe. But clumsy tactics worked, sometimes. Cisco's too tipsy for anything subtle, and subtle's never worked much on Earth-2's Harrison Wells, anyway. ]