[ Well, if Harry isn't willing to talk or to listen, at least he is willing to be touched. Cisco feels the initial tension in him slowly dissipate; he remains careful, getting a sense of where Harry's injuries are by where he hisses and tenses when Cisco's fingertips press lightly. The bruising is more extensive than he'd thought, but he refrains from commenting. He just sticks to Harry's shoulders and upper back, feeling for knots in his muscles and then working them out.
And if he's honest, this isn't only for Harry's benefit. It's comforting to Cisco, too. A reminder that Harry is solid and real and alive and here. A way of helping, however small, to drive away the darkness that's soaked into both their lives. He's always been good with his hands and always liked using them in the service of good.
Silence, he thinks, isn't an ally to either of them right now. It leaves Harry alone with his thoughts, and Cisco worrying about Harry and his thoughts. So he starts talking, with the express intent of boring Harry to sleep. Even if it doesn't work and he doesn't drop off entirely, it will at least fill up the empty air in the room. It's nothing interesting or fraught, the story he tells. Just a recounting of a silly dream he'd had the other day, when he fell asleep at the lab, about Shawna Baez showing up out of nowhere in a glowing dress, and how in the dream she'd shot him but he'd been saved by spilling orange soda and unknown chemicals on his shirt, which had made it bulletproof. The logic didn't make sense, but then again, what dream ever did? ]
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And if he's honest, this isn't only for Harry's benefit. It's comforting to Cisco, too. A reminder that Harry is solid and real and alive and here. A way of helping, however small, to drive away the darkness that's soaked into both their lives. He's always been good with his hands and always liked using them in the service of good.
Silence, he thinks, isn't an ally to either of them right now. It leaves Harry alone with his thoughts, and Cisco worrying about Harry and his thoughts. So he starts talking, with the express intent of boring Harry to sleep. Even if it doesn't work and he doesn't drop off entirely, it will at least fill up the empty air in the room. It's nothing interesting or fraught, the story he tells. Just a recounting of a silly dream he'd had the other day, when he fell asleep at the lab, about Shawna Baez showing up out of nowhere in a glowing dress, and how in the dream she'd shot him but he'd been saved by spilling orange soda and unknown chemicals on his shirt, which had made it bulletproof. The logic didn't make sense, but then again, what dream ever did? ]