[ Harrison snorts at that, bringing the plates over to the table. He wasn't too bothered by the clutter — which, in his opinion, was a nice way of putting it. At worst, he was slightly annoyed by it, which therefore made it a fairly safe topic to rib him about. It used to be no holds bar between the two of them when they bickered with one another, from music choices to style to— anything, really. As the months passed and they grew fonder of one another, they seemed to scale back on that. It was like there was an unspoken agreement between the two of them that certain things were off limits and if they accidentally tred on a landmine, well. Back off or else.
Which isn't to say Harrison's been perfect with that. His outburst a few weeks ago about how easily Cisco had caved to Allen seemed to cross some sort of line between the two of them, but he'd been too angry to accept it then and then, too busy recovering and planning to stop and think. ]
Imagine that.
[ He sits down and waits for Cisco to do the same, quiet. He'd had to keep busy today, or he would have driven himself mad. Internally, his mind is racing now — where's Jesse right now, what's she doing, is she okay, is she eating, is she by herself — a constant, muted stream of worry. It'll get better tomorrow. And moreso the next day, and the following day, and the one after that, he knows.
At least it's better than the massive question mark she'd been in his mind only a few months ago. ]
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Which isn't to say Harrison's been perfect with that. His outburst a few weeks ago about how easily Cisco had caved to Allen seemed to cross some sort of line between the two of them, but he'd been too angry to accept it then and then, too busy recovering and planning to stop and think. ]
Imagine that.
[ He sits down and waits for Cisco to do the same, quiet. He'd had to keep busy today, or he would have driven himself mad. Internally, his mind is racing now — where's Jesse right now, what's she doing, is she okay, is she eating, is she by herself — a constant, muted stream of worry. It'll get better tomorrow. And moreso the next day, and the following day, and the one after that, he knows.
At least it's better than the massive question mark she'd been in his mind only a few months ago. ]