Considering... [ Cisco clearly casts about for an end to that sentence, smiling a little against Harry's mouth. He settles on: ] Considering how often you wear cardigans.

[ Harry's words reassure Cisco; he relaxes perceptibly. For all that he'd argued with Harry that all of this wouldn't be much more complicated than the relationship they already had, some things really are different. He knows he can count on Harry to make his opinions known - loudly, repeatedly - when they are working in the lab, he also knows that honest interpersonal communication seems to be something he has a very hard time with. He'd had to wrench the words out of himself, earlier, when he said he'd been wrong about the two of them.

But as long as Harry knows that it is his decision, what they do and when they do it, Cisco doesn't have to worry so much. He can go back to running his hands through Harry's hair and kissing him until he feels dizzy. It's a good kind of dizziness, though. ]

Y'know the first time I wanted to do this?

[ Cisco pulls away just enough to speak, pressing his forehead to Harry's, eyes remaining shut ] It was right around Christmas. After we got all those bombs through the breach. I think... I hadn't really ever seen you happy, before that. I looked at you and just thought... [ He trails off, shrugs. ]