[ Just those reassurances might not have been enough to stop Cisco's steadily growing sense of guilt and worry. He'd seen what the pulse did to Black Siren. She hadn't just fainted straight away. She had clutched at her head, had staggered, had screamed. He doesn't like picturing Harry doing the same. And he'd been right there, right by the center of it all -
But that line of thought gets halted by Harry's smug smile, by the way his voice and expression both change. Cisco has one moment of disbelief, and then he's thinking, of course. Just like Harry, really. Shouldn't have been surprised in the first place.
He gets up and draws the blinds. That's not the kind of request you say no to. ]
It's the leather, isn't it?
[ He asks it in a teasing tone of voice, as he's moving the chair he'd been sitting in to wedge beneath the handle of the door. It wouldn't keep it shut entirely, but it would slow it down, and it doesn't come with a lock. ]
Never knew you were into that kind of thing, Harry.
[ Cisco's voice is rich with amusement, teasing and far from serious. But when Cisco comes back to the bedside and bends to kiss Harry, it is soft, and apologetic, and fond. ]
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But that line of thought gets halted by Harry's smug smile, by the way his voice and expression both change. Cisco has one moment of disbelief, and then he's thinking, of course. Just like Harry, really. Shouldn't have been surprised in the first place.
He gets up and draws the blinds. That's not the kind of request you say no to. ]
It's the leather, isn't it?
[ He asks it in a teasing tone of voice, as he's moving the chair he'd been sitting in to wedge beneath the handle of the door. It wouldn't keep it shut entirely, but it would slow it down, and it doesn't come with a lock. ]
Never knew you were into that kind of thing, Harry.
[ Cisco's voice is rich with amusement, teasing and far from serious. But when Cisco comes back to the bedside and bends to kiss Harry, it is soft, and apologetic, and fond. ]