[ There's a dryness to it with a hint of amusement, the only evidence that he's not genuinely offended by any real insinuation there. Though knowing him (and he knows himself all too well these days), that could change at any moment.
He takes in a deep breath, briefly licking at his lips as he gives Cisco a onceover, chest heaving as his breathing steadies with the small break in activity. Harrison lifts one hand to the side of Cisco's face, thumb resting on his cheek while his other fingers slide towards the back of his neck, threading through some of his hair. The truth is . . . well. The truth is that he'd probably let Cisco do just about anything. Do just about anything to him in turn. They're scientists. There's a certain sort of creativity that comes with the territory, in a manner of speaking.
But it's difficult to push the image of Garrick's face, blond hair slick against his face with sweat, breathing heavily as he presses up against him — that and the red-hot feeling of betrayal that boils inside him, makes his teeth grit in annoyance— in anger. The rawness still lingers even as the images slowly fade.
Harrison rubs at Cisco's cheek idly with his thumb, murmuring. ]
This is good for me. ... You'll know if it isn't.
[ He says it in part out of habit, out of how used to being mildly difficult and contrary he is.
But it's alright if they stumble through it. Neither of them really know what the hell they're doing anymore, especially with their stellar choice in partners and general life decisions between the two of them. ]
no subject
[ There's a dryness to it with a hint of amusement, the only evidence that he's not genuinely offended by any real insinuation there. Though knowing him (and he knows himself all too well these days), that could change at any moment.
He takes in a deep breath, briefly licking at his lips as he gives Cisco a onceover, chest heaving as his breathing steadies with the small break in activity. Harrison lifts one hand to the side of Cisco's face, thumb resting on his cheek while his other fingers slide towards the back of his neck, threading through some of his hair. The truth is . . . well. The truth is that he'd probably let Cisco do just about anything. Do just about anything to him in turn. They're scientists. There's a certain sort of creativity that comes with the territory, in a manner of speaking.
But it's difficult to push the image of Garrick's face, blond hair slick against his face with sweat, breathing heavily as he presses up against him — that and the red-hot feeling of betrayal that boils inside him, makes his teeth grit in annoyance— in anger. The rawness still lingers even as the images slowly fade.
Harrison rubs at Cisco's cheek idly with his thumb, murmuring. ]
This is good for me. ... You'll know if it isn't.
[ He says it in part out of habit, out of how used to being mildly difficult and contrary he is.
But it's alright if they stumble through it. Neither of them really know what the hell they're doing anymore, especially with their stellar choice in partners and general life decisions between the two of them. ]