And what's it gonna take to turn that maybe into a yes?
[ Cisco's eyes are bright and mock-innocent as he says it; he had only managed to smudge the eyeliner a little with the tissue, and most of it is still there, highlighting his eyes, accentuating them. He nips lightly at Harry's bottom lip - more lightly than he might at any other time, but the man did just get knocked unconscious. Cisco figures that warrants going a little easy on him.
But he likes that Harry is present enough to give him grief, feels that familiar mix of annoyance and warm fondness. ]
Mmm. Only vaguely. I don't know, maybe it's the outfit, I'm feeling awfully morally gray all of a sudden...
[ At Harry's gesture, Cisco smirks, sitting back once again and glancing down at it, considering: ]
What, you want me to take it off?
[ Someone with a bit more shame than Cisco would not have made such a production of it, rolling his shoulders so that the jacket slips off, pulling it away from his body and then dropping it onto the floor. But Cisco has little shame at the best of times, and more and more these days, even less of it when he's with Harry. ]
That jacket saved my ass. And Caitlin's. And a buncha people in that building.
[ For a moment, Cisco contemplates just leaving it at that. Not telling Harry the rest. But he would be out of this bed soon enough (since when did Harry take the proper time to recuperate) and he would hear about it from Caitlin or any of the rest of them soon enough, and then he would get pissed because he's supposed to be the first to know when there's Stuff with Cisco's powers. Or, at least, he has traditionally been the first to know.
So Cisco shrugs his shoulders, coming in for another kiss before he says: ]
I did a great Reverb impression, by the way. I even did the thing, you know. The... vibration blast or whatever, with my hand. It was pretty dope.
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[ Cisco's eyes are bright and mock-innocent as he says it; he had only managed to smudge the eyeliner a little with the tissue, and most of it is still there, highlighting his eyes, accentuating them. He nips lightly at Harry's bottom lip - more lightly than he might at any other time, but the man did just get knocked unconscious. Cisco figures that warrants going a little easy on him.
But he likes that Harry is present enough to give him grief, feels that familiar mix of annoyance and warm fondness. ]
Mmm. Only vaguely. I don't know, maybe it's the outfit, I'm feeling awfully morally gray all of a sudden...
[ At Harry's gesture, Cisco smirks, sitting back once again and glancing down at it, considering: ]
What, you want me to take it off?
[ Someone with a bit more shame than Cisco would not have made such a production of it, rolling his shoulders so that the jacket slips off, pulling it away from his body and then dropping it onto the floor. But Cisco has little shame at the best of times, and more and more these days, even less of it when he's with Harry. ]
That jacket saved my ass. And Caitlin's. And a buncha people in that building.
[ For a moment, Cisco contemplates just leaving it at that. Not telling Harry the rest. But he would be out of this bed soon enough (since when did Harry take the proper time to recuperate) and he would hear about it from Caitlin or any of the rest of them soon enough, and then he would get pissed because he's supposed to be the first to know when there's Stuff with Cisco's powers. Or, at least, he has traditionally been the first to know.
So Cisco shrugs his shoulders, coming in for another kiss before he says: ]
I did a great Reverb impression, by the way. I even did the thing, you know. The... vibration blast or whatever, with my hand. It was pretty dope.