[ Quality, huh. Harrison glances over at Cisco with half-lidded eyes, knowing damn well that it isn't the quality of the suit he's admiring necessarily. He lifts a hand to Cisco's, resting it on top of his — an intimate gesture, but also to keep him from taking that a step further. Not that he would have minded much, really, but maybe an inch or two to the right of his hand rests a dull scar from a gunshot wound while a couple inches to the left are several still-healing burn marks and puncture wounds — which in his book are all more of a turn-off and a mood killer than anything. And it had taken them enough time to build up to this.
He gives him a mild smirk before pulling him in, meeting him every step of the way. He only manages to growl out a few words between breaths. ]
A real . . . appreciation, huh.
[ It's huffy and incredulous, but there's a playful air to it too, one that's almost unlike him. ]
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He gives him a mild smirk before pulling him in, meeting him every step of the way. He only manages to growl out a few words between breaths. ]
A real . . . appreciation, huh.
[ It's huffy and incredulous, but there's a playful air to it too, one that's almost unlike him. ]