[ Cisco can't help the little smirk that tugs at the corner of his mouth at what those word of caution imply. Harry knows how eager Cisco always usually is, but as he sits down beside Harry, he murmurs: ]

You really think you're up to anything that would require keeping it down?

[ Harry had winced just from sitting down on the edge of the bed, and he might not be aware of just how pale and exhausted he looks. Cisco hadn't asked to come over with any expectations of that kind. He just... hadn't wanted Harry to be alone. ]

I think you- I think we need the rest more.

[ So Cisco, too, kicks off his shoes and strips down to his boxers and a t-shirt. He slips under the blanket and waits for Harry to do the same before he's pressing up close to him, careful not to pull or push Harry or hold him too tightly, as tempting as it might be. He knows there are bruises, that Gray must have kicked him around a bit.

(He would never say it, but Cisco's a bit glad that he'd died).

Cisco curls an arm around Harry's chest, presses his forehead to the back of Harry's neck. Strange, just how protective he feels about Harry. He hadn't really realized just how much, until he'd been taken. Normally, Cisco thinks of Harry as formidable enough to take care of himself. But ... they're both of them vulnerable, aren't they? ]

Am I hurting you at all?