[ Whether or not there is a point, Cisco is going to dwell. He knows himself, and he's going to dwell extensively. But right now, with Harry here, talking to him, distracting him... he had something better to do than turn it over and over in his mind. So he sets the thought aside for now, focuses instead on the way Harry touches his arms. Cisco thinks Harry is going to pull him in close, for a moment. But then he is pulling away, and patting his arm awkwardly, and who even does that? What even is that supposed to be?
There's something endearing about the awkwardness of the gesture, though. It is so very Harry, and so very unlike Eobard. Maybe it's a little bit unkind of hm, but Cisco mirrors the gesture, rubs Harry's arms and then pats one, looking up at him with a crooked smile. Teasing, just a touch. Trying to lift a little of the gloom that is pressing in from around them. ]
no subject
There's something endearing about the awkwardness of the gesture, though. It is so very Harry, and so very unlike Eobard. Maybe it's a little bit unkind of hm, but Cisco mirrors the gesture, rubs Harry's arms and then pats one, looking up at him with a crooked smile. Teasing, just a touch. Trying to lift a little of the gloom that is pressing in from around them. ]