[ There is a time for thorough and proper cleaning - Cisco knows that. His place might be messier than Harry likes, but he can keep it tidy enough when he wants to. It's just that he doesn't often want to, or have the time for it. And right now doesn't seem like the right time to carefully organize and put away every sheet of paper, every tool. So instead he stacks it all (neatly enough) and carries it off into the spare bedroom, to deal with later, sometime when Harry isn't holding delicious food that he would very much like to eat.
Then it's just a simple matter of setting out utensils and napkins and the rest. As he's pouring the water, Cisco has one moment of rather dizzying perspective. It's all just so... normal. Sitting down for a quiet dinner, with someone he cares about who is telling him they got groceries. So domestic and average. But it isn't. Not really. Because it's Harry and he hadn't just gotten groceries, he had crossed over from a parallel world and only a day ago the two of them had helped to stop a superpowered psychopath from destroying the multiverse, and it's so strange how the two can coexist at the very same time. ]
Thanks.
[ Even though he knows he doesn't have to make excuses, Cisco raises his eyebrows at Harry and says, drily: ]
Haven't had a lot of time to cook these last few weeks.
[ It really was a sprint to the finishing line, dealing with Zoom. Cisco's barely seen the inside of his apartment, since he re-opened the breach and all hell broke loose. Which makes it all the nicer to sit down to a home cooked meal and just... relax. Or try to. There's a small part of Cisco's mind that is still in crisis mode, still waiting for a call from Joe or Barry, something that'll require them to rush to the lab right away and leave that lovely-smelling garlic bread behind. ]
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Then it's just a simple matter of setting out utensils and napkins and the rest. As he's pouring the water, Cisco has one moment of rather dizzying perspective. It's all just so... normal. Sitting down for a quiet dinner, with someone he cares about who is telling him they got groceries. So domestic and average. But it isn't. Not really. Because it's Harry and he hadn't just gotten groceries, he had crossed over from a parallel world and only a day ago the two of them had helped to stop a superpowered psychopath from destroying the multiverse, and it's so strange how the two can coexist at the very same time. ]
Thanks.
[ Even though he knows he doesn't have to make excuses, Cisco raises his eyebrows at Harry and says, drily: ]
Haven't had a lot of time to cook these last few weeks.
[ It really was a sprint to the finishing line, dealing with Zoom. Cisco's barely seen the inside of his apartment, since he re-opened the breach and all hell broke loose. Which makes it all the nicer to sit down to a home cooked meal and just... relax. Or try to. There's a small part of Cisco's mind that is still in crisis mode, still waiting for a call from Joe or Barry, something that'll require them to rush to the lab right away and leave that lovely-smelling garlic bread behind. ]