[ In any other situation, Cisco would probably object to being told that he looks like a mess. But today, he doesn't have a lot of fight in him, and he's sure that it's not just Harry antagonizing him for fun, the way he does sometimes. He feels like a mess. Cisco can feel that he is at that state of exhaustion where he doesn't even feel tired, consciously, but every movement takes extra effort, and every decision is agonizing.

So it's nice, having Harry turning him around by the shoulders and marching him back to his bedroom. It removes the necessity of needing to make that one decision for himself, for th[ ]e time being. He tries to hold back a yawn as they make their way down the hall. ]

I'm perfectly capable of pulling an all-nighter and functioning just fine...

[ Which he realizes a moment too late is actually answering the question Harry had said he didn't want answered. Oops. Oh well. He flops onto his messy bed, dragging the duvet over himself and saying: ]

Don't let me sleep too long.

[ At that point, the shock of Harry's return has sunk in enough for Cisco to think logistics. He'd already gotten rid of the other apartment, hadn't he? Or at least, put in mention the gears to do so, which could not be halted easily, without a lot of fuss and explanation. Hopefully, he asks: ]

You're going to live here, aren't you?