[ He starts to rub at Cisco's back when he feels him shake, jaw clenching. He's a scientist, an engineer, he's supposed to be able to fix things, but he can't fix this situation. If he turns around and says he's staying, he's abandoning Jesse, leaving the whole world he threw into turmoil behind. As selfish as Harrison may seem at times, he can't bring himself to be that selfish.
But he can be selfish enough. ]
Yeah.
[ It would be better for them if they didn't indulge, if they just stayed close to the labs. It would be more of a clean break, without the long goodbyes and heavy air of sadness hanging over them. At the same time— Harrison doesn't want to go. He pulls back, keeping an arm firmly around Cisco as he leads him out to one of the vans because there's no way in hell he's making him drive tonight. It's a quiet drive there, almost too quiet for them. He'll miss the grief Cisco would give him over a missed turn here, a light he ran through there, and what if someone pulls you over, man. He smiles a bit at the thought. No one would dare say anything like that to him back home. Not even Jesse.
As for things he'd miss less . . . well. He'd be lying if he said he was fond of Cisco's apartment. It was undeniably him, at the very least, that much he could say. His nose crinkles up in an obvious display of how unimpressed he was at it as he settles in on the couch, but for once, he keeps his verbal commentary to himself. "Making tonight count" probably didn't include berating Cisco for his general lifestyle.
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But he can be selfish enough. ]
Yeah.
[ It would be better for them if they didn't indulge, if they just stayed close to the labs. It would be more of a clean break, without the long goodbyes and heavy air of sadness hanging over them. At the same time— Harrison doesn't want to go. He pulls back, keeping an arm firmly around Cisco as he leads him out to one of the vans because there's no way in hell he's making him drive tonight. It's a quiet drive there, almost too quiet for them. He'll miss the grief Cisco would give him over a missed turn here, a light he ran through there, and what if someone pulls you over, man. He smiles a bit at the thought. No one would dare say anything like that to him back home. Not even Jesse.
As for things he'd miss less . . . well. He'd be lying if he said he was fond of Cisco's apartment. It was undeniably him, at the very least, that much he could say. His nose crinkles up in an obvious display of how unimpressed he was at it as he settles in on the couch, but for once, he keeps his verbal commentary to himself. "Making tonight count" probably didn't include berating Cisco for his general lifestyle.
Besides, he already knew it was implied. ]