[ It takes him a few minutes to fully emerge from his sleep-filled haze, letting out a soft hum at the brief warmth near his temple. Harrison would be lying if he said that he'd slept well; he hadn't, though he really did try his hardest. It was difficult when some intrusive thought or other crossed his mind, jarring him into wakefulness. Who's going to keep Barry from self destructing? Who's going to help Joe look out for Barry? Who will keep an eye out for Snow and help her with her recovery? Who's going to challenge Cisco and push him to be the best he can be? It should be him, even though he knows it can't be, not anymore. Fortunately, they provide a decent distraction for him, and Harrison doesn't even notice that his watch is missing.
Slowly, he sits up, taking the coffee from the side table and raising it towards Cisco briefly in muted thanks. He sips at it slowly, running his free hand through his hair a few times to make it borderline presentable, glancing briefly to the side to give Cisco a look. He already knows what he's thinking — or what he should be, anyway, which is some crack about not owning a comb. Harrison quietly muses over that for a moment before reaching over to stroke Cisco's hair slowly, brushing some of it back behind his ears.
He was never very good with words, but he hopes, at least, that his actions will speak volumes. I'll miss you. I didn't hate it here. I think I care about you. ... though perhaps silence is just as golden.
After a few minutes, once he's finished his coffee, he pulls away from Cisco and stands, setting the mug aside and scooping up his pants and his jacket. It takes him only a few minutes to really pull himself together, checking his appearance in the mirror briefly, then turns back towards him. There's two words that he really doesn't want to say at this very moment, but they're long past due. If they're late, he'll never hear the end of it from Jesse. ]
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Slowly, he sits up, taking the coffee from the side table and raising it towards Cisco briefly in muted thanks. He sips at it slowly, running his free hand through his hair a few times to make it borderline presentable, glancing briefly to the side to give Cisco a look. He already knows what he's thinking — or what he should be, anyway, which is some crack about not owning a comb. Harrison quietly muses over that for a moment before reaching over to stroke Cisco's hair slowly, brushing some of it back behind his ears.
He was never very good with words, but he hopes, at least, that his actions will speak volumes. I'll miss you. I didn't hate it here. I think I care about you. ... though perhaps silence is just as golden.
After a few minutes, once he's finished his coffee, he pulls away from Cisco and stands, setting the mug aside and scooping up his pants and his jacket. It takes him only a few minutes to really pull himself together, checking his appearance in the mirror briefly, then turns back towards him. There's two words that he really doesn't want to say at this very moment, but they're long past due. If they're late, he'll never hear the end of it from Jesse. ]
It's time.