[ The anger seems to seep out of him slowly at that explanation. It makes sense, though it doesn't really help matters in his eyes. The fact of the matter is that the "Wells" that Cisco was with never even existed to begin with — it was a persona that Eobard Thawne had put on. Harrison could never live up to that when it was practically an ideal to begin with. Throwing Thawne's plotting into the mix just made it even more uncomfortable. If he were anyone else in the world, that might still be something they could work out. But he was, for all intents and purposes, Harrison Wells and everything that entails. Cisco could say it's different all he wants, but that won't dispel the ghost that still lingers around him.

. . . which is a concept that's difficult to explain when sober, nevermind when he's got a few drinks in his system. Harrison rubs at his temples briefly, then gives him a long look. If this were just casual, if there weren't any Thawne-related entanglements at all, then— what the hell. They're adults who need to let off some steam every now and then. But it's not, and that's just another can of worms, isn't it.

When he speaks again, Harrison just sounds tired. ]

Cisco. [ A beat, and then he waves a hand dismissively. ] The difference is that you going off casually with someone is still healthier than this. [ At that, he gestures between the two of them. ] At least that way, you'd be moving on to some degree. This . . .

[ His voice trails off as he considers his words for a moment, before huffing. ]

Isn't.