[ Cisco's back remains stiff even when Harry reaches out to him, grabs him into a hug that is just this side of suffocating. He's shaking - not very much, but enough that he's sure Harry will be able to feel it. So much for his composure. So much for his pretense of easy acceptance. He wraps his arms around Harry, clinging to the back of his jacket. He allows himself just a moment, to let go of the tight grip he has on his emotions. He presses his face against Harry's shoulder, lets that fake smile go as his face crumples with sadness. Cisco has never been one of those people who can cry like in the movies. It is always a hot, ugly mess.
But he doesn't cry. As soon as he feels the tears welling up too close, he stops them. Swallows them back by sheer force of will. He can do it, after all. Cisco only seems like the type of person who has no control over his emotions, but that's an image he has cultivated. Happiness, humor, fear - those he lets everyone see. But anger, and sadness like this, he has a lot of experience compartmentalizing.
When Harry says 'Dammit, Ramon', he can't help it: he huffs out a tiny laugh. Harry had probably said that to him more than anything else. At least once a day, it seems like.
His days are going to be pretty empty without a 'Dammit, Ramon' in them, for some time. ]
Come back to my place?
[ They'll have the most privacy there, and if Cisco is going to spend a sleepless night (because he already knows there is no way he is going to be able to sleep. Not when his mind will keep trying to calculate how much longer until Harry leaves) he would rather spend it in his own apartment. ]
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But he doesn't cry. As soon as he feels the tears welling up too close, he stops them. Swallows them back by sheer force of will. He can do it, after all. Cisco only seems like the type of person who has no control over his emotions, but that's an image he has cultivated. Happiness, humor, fear - those he lets everyone see. But anger, and sadness like this, he has a lot of experience compartmentalizing.
When Harry says 'Dammit, Ramon', he can't help it: he huffs out a tiny laugh. Harry had probably said that to him more than anything else. At least once a day, it seems like.
His days are going to be pretty empty without a 'Dammit, Ramon' in them, for some time. ]
Come back to my place?
[ They'll have the most privacy there, and if Cisco is going to spend a sleepless night (because he already knows there is no way he is going to be able to sleep. Not when his mind will keep trying to calculate how much longer until Harry leaves) he would rather spend it in his own apartment. ]
One last time?