[ When Cisco pulls away to stand, Harrison drops his hands into his lap, clasping them together as he glances up at him with interest. An idle smirk crosses his face upon seeing how red Cisco had turned. He may have young age and stamina on his side, but Harrison had all his life experience in his back pocket — something that was starting to look more and more beneficial by the minute.
At that last question, Harrison raises an eyebrow. He'd already said he planned on staying over; he'd thought the implication was clear enough. ]
I'm not twelve, Ramon. We can share the bed.
[ And with that, he stands, brushing past Cisco to head into his room. It's mostly out of impatience, to make it clear that there's no point in tiptoeing around him if this is going to work. They'll push at one another; that's what they've always done, for better or worse.
He ignores whatever state Cisco's left his room in, only briefly raising an eyebrow again. ]
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At that last question, Harrison raises an eyebrow. He'd already said he planned on staying over; he'd thought the implication was clear enough. ]
I'm not twelve, Ramon. We can share the bed.
[ And with that, he stands, brushing past Cisco to head into his room. It's mostly out of impatience, to make it clear that there's no point in tiptoeing around him if this is going to work. They'll push at one another; that's what they've always done, for better or worse.
He ignores whatever state Cisco's left his room in, only briefly raising an eyebrow again. ]