[ It's the "after all" that makes him pause, effectively deflating any momentum he had built up in the last few seconds. It's cruel, isn't it? To put them through all of that and then pull the rug out underneath them. It hadn't occurred to him until just now that him coming back after all that might not necessarily be a good thing. Allen had given him a wary look, though he'd chalked that up to Allen's general state of mind at the time. If travel wears a normal person down, then going through a breach twice in as many hours is ten times as tiring, and he can feel it wear on him.

Still, Harrison steels himself, pulls himself back together within seconds as he dips his head briefly, hands slipping into his coat pockets. As tired as he was, he was more tired of dancing around things trying to make them better — for Jesse, for Cisco, for any of them. It was easier if he just went with his gut. ]

Yes, Ramon. [ At that, he cocks his head to one side, raising an eyebrow. ] As a matter of fact. I am. Unless you think I'm standing out here on your Earth for some other reason. [ A beat. ] Allen was right, you look like hell. Bed, now.

[ He snaps his fingers at that — a gesture he used infrequently in the labs, mostly when he wanted to make a point and make it obnoxiously — pointing in the direction of his room. If he can at least stir something in Cisco, get the fight going in him again, well. That'll be a start. Enough of one, anyway. A step in the right direction. ]