[ Harrison wanders over to his backpack, kneeling down to unzip it and fish out the flash drive Cisco had planted in there, then heads over to the laptop, pulling it over and plugging the drive in. He can vaguely hear Cisco doing the dishes in the background, but— whatever. He's the one who made the damn thing in the first place. If he didn't want him looking at whatever was on it, then he wouldn't have given it to him in the first place.
It's at that moment that Harrison idly considers the possibility of Cisco slapping something like a sex tape on a USB, just to razz him from another universe. Given their states of mind the previous night, he probably didn't, but then again, it was Cisco. He never knows. Needless to say, he breathes a sigh of relief when he sees several image files populate the folder and no video files in sight.
That relief is short lived though as he slowly goes through the files, brows furrowing. It's . . . him and everyone else, not just Cisco. Sure, there are a few here and there of the two of them — the pictures that Cisco managed to twist his arm into letting him take, reassuring him that no one else would find them. Which— good, because Harrison wouldn't want to explain the picture of Cisco draped all over him on one of the rolling chairs in the workshop while still managing to take the shot of the two of them to Joe, thanks. But there are others, too. A quiet moment in the lab with Snow, her silently offering him a pen without even looking up. One of his many back-and-forths with Allen — and he doesn't know how he missed it before, how the corners of Allen's lips had been curled, like he was suppressing a smile. Him with Joe and Iris West, going over some of the modifications he'd made to her firearm. Jesse, too — Jesse with Wally, out somewhere that Iris must have taken them to, because he doesn't recognize it.
It's overwhelming is what it is.
He stares numbly at the machine as he tabs through one image after another, expression blank as though the wind were taken out of him. It's like a punch in the stomach as he goes on, because this— he almost left this, all of this, behind him here. Jesse was right. He finds that most of the time, she is — an infuriating trait that she shares with her mother. She'd been wrong here and there more lately, but not this time. Not now.
Harrison's so absorbed in it all that he doesn't even notice when Cisco flops down next to him to lean over and take a peak. ]
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It's at that moment that Harrison idly considers the possibility of Cisco slapping something like a sex tape on a USB, just to razz him from another universe. Given their states of mind the previous night, he probably didn't, but then again, it was Cisco. He never knows. Needless to say, he breathes a sigh of relief when he sees several image files populate the folder and no video files in sight.
That relief is short lived though as he slowly goes through the files, brows furrowing. It's . . . him and everyone else, not just Cisco. Sure, there are a few here and there of the two of them — the pictures that Cisco managed to twist his arm into letting him take, reassuring him that no one else would find them. Which— good, because Harrison wouldn't want to explain the picture of Cisco draped all over him on one of the rolling chairs in the workshop while still managing to take the shot of the two of them to Joe, thanks. But there are others, too. A quiet moment in the lab with Snow, her silently offering him a pen without even looking up. One of his many back-and-forths with Allen — and he doesn't know how he missed it before, how the corners of Allen's lips had been curled, like he was suppressing a smile. Him with Joe and Iris West, going over some of the modifications he'd made to her firearm. Jesse, too — Jesse with Wally, out somewhere that Iris must have taken them to, because he doesn't recognize it.
It's overwhelming is what it is.
He stares numbly at the machine as he tabs through one image after another, expression blank as though the wind were taken out of him. It's like a punch in the stomach as he goes on, because this— he almost left this, all of this, behind him here. Jesse was right. He finds that most of the time, she is — an infuriating trait that she shares with her mother. She'd been wrong here and there more lately, but not this time. Not now.
Harrison's so absorbed in it all that he doesn't even notice when Cisco flops down next to him to lean over and take a peak. ]