You don't need to thank me.

[ He really doesn't. If anything, Harrison should probably be apologizing to him for putting him through the emotional wringer. But he's not one for apologies — at least, not unless they're absolutely necessary.

When Cisco pulls back, he keeps a hand on his shoulder, frowning slightly as Cisco wipes at his eyes. He reaches in with his own sleeve to wipe away anything else from Cisco's eyes, murmuring. ]

Look at you. You're a mess . . .

[ There's nothing accusatory in that statement, though. If anything, it's as close as he'll come to an apology, mild concern showing through in his eyes, in his voice. Of course Cisco had tried to be strong and held all of it in until he was gone. Of course he'd hole himself up in his apartment, so he could be miserable by himself. Harrison rubs at his shoulder with a thumb, then gives him a light push to turn him around, in the direction of his bedroom, and kicks the door shut behind him with his foot. ]

When did you last sleep? Don't answer that, I don't want to know. [ Another nudge at that. ] Bed. C'mon.