[ Cisco inclines his head towards the touch, eyes slipping shut for just a second. He doesn't bother to disguise how much he enjoys even that small bit of contact. Why hide it? He likes having his hair played with, and especially likes that Harry is doing it. ]

I know it will.

[ Cisco doesn't seem to think the comment is in bad taste; after all, humor was what saved him, after everything Eobard Thawne had done. If he hadn't been able to laugh about it, he probably would have had a complete mental breakdown. So he's happy to raise his eyebrows, his expression a mute you can say that again.

When Harry asks what he's doing, Cisco shrugs. It's that or say your ears are kinda cute and he is pretty sure that even at his most tolerant, Harry wouldn't put up with that. So he just smiles, leans in for another lingering kiss, lets his fingers trail down Harry's neck before he settles his hands lightly on Harry's shoulders. ]

At least we know it's complicated from the beginning.

[ Cisco murmurs the words against Harry's mouth, and then, on reflection, adds a little more seriously: ]

And I can promise you, I'm not secretly an evil speedster. Cross my heart.

[ He removes one hand from Harry's shoulder to draw out a quick 'X' over his heart. The gesture is childish, he knows, but that's for the best. They are neither of them ready to really deal with the magnitude of that betrayal, so it's best to keep things light, for now. And Cisco wants him to know that, no matter how well or badly this will go, he can at least be sure of that one thing. ]