[ Come on, Harry, haven't you learned by now that making slightly uncomfortable jokes is how Cisco copes with the things that worry him most in the world? If he's going to deal with using his powers to open breaches, and dressing like Reverb and talking like Reverb and now this other new power of Reverb's, he's going to be making as many Fringe and Star Trek mirror-verse jokes as he possibly can. That's just his way.
But Harry keeps moving his thumb like that, against the soft hairs at the back of his neck, and he has to know all too well by now that that's the best way to get Cisco to stop arguing about anything at all.
And Harry sees right through the lightness in his voice when he talks about the new development of his powers, answers him with that blend of gravity and reassurance that is so uniquely Harry's. Cisco shivers despite himself, when Harry runs his hands along his arms. That blast of energy hadn't just happened. He had felt it moving through his body, buzzing down along his arm and wrist and out his palm. He distracts himself from remembering that by kissing Harry, letting himself get pulled in close, his hair falling forward and brushing against Harry's shoulders and neck as they kiss. ]
I'm really glad you're okay.
[ It goes without saying, probably. From the way Cisco had rushed in, from his relief, from his eagerness to touch and kiss and be near to Harry now. But he says it anyway, voice low and totally sincere and free from humor or sarcasm in a way that is unusual, for Cisco. ]
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But Harry keeps moving his thumb like that, against the soft hairs at the back of his neck, and he has to know all too well by now that that's the best way to get Cisco to stop arguing about anything at all.
And Harry sees right through the lightness in his voice when he talks about the new development of his powers, answers him with that blend of gravity and reassurance that is so uniquely Harry's. Cisco shivers despite himself, when Harry runs his hands along his arms. That blast of energy hadn't just happened. He had felt it moving through his body, buzzing down along his arm and wrist and out his palm. He distracts himself from remembering that by kissing Harry, letting himself get pulled in close, his hair falling forward and brushing against Harry's shoulders and neck as they kiss. ]
I'm really glad you're okay.
[ It goes without saying, probably. From the way Cisco had rushed in, from his relief, from his eagerness to touch and kiss and be near to Harry now. But he says it anyway, voice low and totally sincere and free from humor or sarcasm in a way that is unusual, for Cisco. ]