[ Cisco says it immediately and with conviction. He brings a hand up to run through Harry's hair, which is as wild as ever. It's something he's wanted to do for a long time, and at first he is very gentle with it, just carding his fingers through it. After a moment or two, though, he can't help seeing how much he can get it to stand up, in how many directions, and a little smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. There, right at that moment, he feels the first swell of happiness, coming in through the fog.
Who would have thought that anything could make him happy, today?
He smooths Harry's hair again and scrapes his blunt nails against the trimmed sides of his hair, closer to the scalp. Next, he runs his fingers along the shell of Harry's ear; just touching here and there, taking his time. ]
Anything's fine.
[ It's meant as a reassurance, but there's a hint of a confession about it, too. Cisco's had thoughts, of course - things he'd wanted, things he'd imagined. But what he'd wanted most of all, the main thing, was for Harry to want him. Beyond that, all other specifics are pretty much immaterial. Whether or not that's healthy, Cisco can't help feeling it. ]
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[ Cisco says it immediately and with conviction. He brings a hand up to run through Harry's hair, which is as wild as ever. It's something he's wanted to do for a long time, and at first he is very gentle with it, just carding his fingers through it. After a moment or two, though, he can't help seeing how much he can get it to stand up, in how many directions, and a little smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. There, right at that moment, he feels the first swell of happiness, coming in through the fog.
Who would have thought that anything could make him happy, today?
He smooths Harry's hair again and scrapes his blunt nails against the trimmed sides of his hair, closer to the scalp. Next, he runs his fingers along the shell of Harry's ear; just touching here and there, taking his time. ]
Anything's fine.
[ It's meant as a reassurance, but there's a hint of a confession about it, too. Cisco's had thoughts, of course - things he'd wanted, things he'd imagined. But what he'd wanted most of all, the main thing, was for Harry to want him. Beyond that, all other specifics are pretty much immaterial. Whether or not that's healthy, Cisco can't help feeling it. ]