[ Harrison meets Cisco's passion with an intensity of his own, instantly distracted from the mess of their surroundings, if not the situation in general. At least for Cisco, he'll be able to move on after awhile. Which, Harrison notes, is a generous estimate in his regard — Cisco could easily find someone else if he wanted to. He, on the other hand, would have his work to focus on, as well as helping Jesse with her recovery. That's not to mention his reputation. Before, he'd been placed on a pedestal, revered by many, despised by a select few, and not really known by any of them. Now it was tarnished. That was fine by him, it was past time for him to own up to his actions and face the consequences. But it also meant that it was highly unlikely that he would be seen as approachable by anyone outside of his staff and Jesse for some time.
In other words, he had many lonely nights ahead of him.
But even then, none of it had ever been at the level that he'd experienced on this Earth. The way he instantly connected with Snow and Allen, came to respect Joe West, and then Cisco— well. There'd never been anyone who really functioned at quite his level before now. Theirs was an unspoken language at this point, even with a healthy dose of exasperation mixed in. He threads his fingers through Cisco's hair, holding him close, and all he can think of his how unfair the whole situation is. Nothing seems like it could make it right; there's nothing he can ask of him when it's a whole other world and he has his whole life ahead of him and meanwhile, Harrison has to lay in the bed he's made for himself. The bed that he didn't make for Jesse or Cisco.
Come with me — he's got family, you saw his brother — we could keep a breach open, use it to — that's a recipe for disaster, after everything with Zoom, you can't use that for an interdimensional hook up — I'll visit — no you won't, coward.
He firmly mashes it all down, determined to make this last night at least somewhat pleasant amidst all the sadness. He runs his hand through Cisco's hair slowly, rubbing at strands between his fingers, slides his other arm around him and slips his hand under the hem of his shirt, fingers resting on bare skin.
He should've done more for him. Should've done a lot of things. Now it would just seem cruel. So instead, he keeps it at that, drawing him close instead. ]
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In other words, he had many lonely nights ahead of him.
But even then, none of it had ever been at the level that he'd experienced on this Earth. The way he instantly connected with Snow and Allen, came to respect Joe West, and then Cisco— well. There'd never been anyone who really functioned at quite his level before now. Theirs was an unspoken language at this point, even with a healthy dose of exasperation mixed in. He threads his fingers through Cisco's hair, holding him close, and all he can think of his how unfair the whole situation is. Nothing seems like it could make it right; there's nothing he can ask of him when it's a whole other world and he has his whole life ahead of him and meanwhile, Harrison has to lay in the bed he's made for himself. The bed that he didn't make for Jesse or Cisco.
Come with me — he's got family, you saw his brother — we could keep a breach open, use it to — that's a recipe for disaster, after everything with Zoom, you can't use that for an interdimensional hook up — I'll visit — no you won't, coward.
He firmly mashes it all down, determined to make this last night at least somewhat pleasant amidst all the sadness. He runs his hand through Cisco's hair slowly, rubbing at strands between his fingers, slides his other arm around him and slips his hand under the hem of his shirt, fingers resting on bare skin.
He should've done more for him. Should've done a lot of things. Now it would just seem cruel. So instead, he keeps it at that, drawing him close instead. ]