[ At first, he's content to see where this goes — something that he's sure is, in part, the alcohol talking. But after the pressure cooker of the past four months, Harrison can't be too bothered to care much about that. It's comforting in a way. It's . . . nice. It's been awhile since he's really cut loose and been close with someone in any fashion. College was a thing, as were the few years after. And then, there was Tess. No matter how stupid he was, he always came back around to the brilliant, the delightful Tess Morgan. Her passing devastated him and though he kept a brave face on for Jesse, it was unthinkable for him to put himself back out there for the longest time. And anything since was casual at best, strangers in passing or people he was unlikely to really see again, with encounters few and far in between as he drowned himself in more and more work. But this in contrast was different. It was light, it was involved, it was—
Something seems to click in his brain when Cisco lifts a hand to his head, and Harrison immediately tenses up. They're both drunk and he looks like Ramon's ex-superior. The one he had a close relationship with, whatever that looks like. There's a lot of complications at play — near death experiences, unfortunate doppelgangers, a near insatiable need for contact after god knows how long on his part apparently, among other things. They had to stop. They needed to stop. And that was an intensely frustrating thought and isn't that just like Ramon.
Harrison breaks off the kiss, pulling back abruptly though still in close proximity. His hand still rests at the beack of Cisco's neck, though his fingers are curled now with tension. When he speaks, it's a soft rasp. ]
No. [ A beat as he catches his breath. ] Damnit, Ramon.
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Something seems to click in his brain when Cisco lifts a hand to his head, and Harrison immediately tenses up. They're both drunk and he looks like Ramon's ex-superior. The one he had a close relationship with, whatever that looks like. There's a lot of complications at play — near death experiences, unfortunate doppelgangers, a near insatiable need for contact after god knows how long on his part apparently, among other things. They had to stop. They needed to stop. And that was an intensely frustrating thought and isn't that just like Ramon.
Harrison breaks off the kiss, pulling back abruptly though still in close proximity. His hand still rests at the beack of Cisco's neck, though his fingers are curled now with tension. When he speaks, it's a soft rasp. ]
No. [ A beat as he catches his breath. ] Damnit, Ramon.