[ It's uncomfortable at first, and not just because of all of his cuts and bruises The guilt still weighs heavily on Harrison, and the light pressure on his muscles — which should, for all intents and purposes, be comforting — only serves to unsettle him even more. He's about to bristle and snap at him to knock it off when his hands shift, as if trying to search out a better spot to work at. Harrison pauses, biting back any harsh remarks he may have had building in his throat, and chews at the side of his cheek quietly for a moment or two.
And then— to hell with it, to hell with raking himself any further over the coals than he already had today. He leans in to Cisco's touch, as if suddenly realizing how starved he's been for it, though the only noise of approval coming from him is a soft hum. It's a few moments before he murmurs a response. ]
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And then— to hell with it, to hell with raking himself any further over the coals than he already had today. He leans in to Cisco's touch, as if suddenly realizing how starved he's been for it, though the only noise of approval coming from him is a soft hum. It's a few moments before he murmurs a response. ]
You're right. I don't.
[ And yet, he's still leaning in towards him. ]