[ When Cisco wakes up, it is disorienting at first. The details of the last few days take a moment or two to arrange themselves in his memory. Zoom, dead. Harry, leaving. Harry, coming back again. He sits up, rubs at his eyes, sees the bags sitting there in the hallway. Those must be Harry's things. At first Cisco thinks he may have gone, maybe to see Barry or Caitlin, when he hears the sound of the oven opening and closing.
Not gone, after all.
Cisco wanders out from the bedroom quietly, still groggy from his nap as he comes to join Harry in the kitchen. He stands out of the way, shoulder braced against the fridge, watching Harry going to and fro as he cooks. ]
That smells so amazing.
[ He feels like there are a lot of things the two of them ought to say. About the future. About things between them. But that all seems really heavy right now. So instead, Cisco simply offers: ]
Need help?
[ Cisco thinks that he could set the table, at the very least. Or... unearth the table from underneath the books and schematics and stray tools (he'd been sitting there all night working on Harry's watch) and then set it. ]
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Not gone, after all.
Cisco wanders out from the bedroom quietly, still groggy from his nap as he comes to join Harry in the kitchen. He stands out of the way, shoulder braced against the fridge, watching Harry going to and fro as he cooks. ]
That smells so amazing.
[ He feels like there are a lot of things the two of them ought to say. About the future. About things between them. But that all seems really heavy right now. So instead, Cisco simply offers: ]
Need help?
[ Cisco thinks that he could set the table, at the very least. Or... unearth the table from underneath the books and schematics and stray tools (he'd been sitting there all night working on Harry's watch) and then set it. ]