[ Cisco has gone through about 50 separate emotional states since he woke up and remembered what had happened the night before. He's done regret, excitement, shame, relief, confusion, anger, embarrassment, happiness, humiliation, arousal, detachment, hope, and misery. When he shows up to S.T.A.R. Labs and sees Harry at work, earbuds in, pointedly ignoring him, he doesn't even know what he's feeling. The closest word to it, he thinks, is determination. Not to let this be the end of it. Not to let Harry ignore the conversation and leave him twisting in the emotional wind all by himself.
But he doesn't press the issue; not first thing in the morning. He lets Harry work for a few hours, working himself in silence. Just establishing that they can be near one another without things erupting, one way or another.
It isn't until it's almost noon when Cisco decides, out of the blue, that he's waited long enough. He gets up and comes over to where Harry is sitting, standing next to his chair, arms folded. Simply waiting. ]
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But he doesn't press the issue; not first thing in the morning. He lets Harry work for a few hours, working himself in silence. Just establishing that they can be near one another without things erupting, one way or another.
It isn't until it's almost noon when Cisco decides, out of the blue, that he's waited long enough. He gets up and comes over to where Harry is sitting, standing next to his chair, arms folded. Simply waiting. ]