[ Harrison sits back and smiles just a little bit to himself, softly. Between the bright look on Cisco's face — a stark contrast to what it had been less than a day earlier — and the thought of actually settling in somewhere, of having a home, he's starting to feel— content. Jesse had thought that he looked happy on this Earth. Maybe that was true, but he wondered, idly, if he ever really could be happy again after everything that had happened. This was the closest he'd ever felt to it in a long time.
He lets out a snort at the remark about his cooking a moment later, eying him lazily across the table, over his empty plate. ]
Nice try.
[ He crosses his arms at that. Harrison didn't want to outright say the meal was partially an apology, but the implication should be heavy nonetheless. He cocks his head to one side at him, as if challenging him. ]
Unless you're going to pitch in.
[ With a smirk, he stands, starting to collect the empty plates. ]
no subject
He lets out a snort at the remark about his cooking a moment later, eying him lazily across the table, over his empty plate. ]
Nice try.
[ He crosses his arms at that. Harrison didn't want to outright say the meal was partially an apology, but the implication should be heavy nonetheless. He cocks his head to one side at him, as if challenging him. ]
Unless you're going to pitch in.
[ With a smirk, he stands, starting to collect the empty plates. ]