Well, good.

[ Cisco stands there, hand on his hip, waiting for Harry to get up. Part of him is relieved that Harry isn't too dressed up, but that it's clear nonetheless that he put in some small amount of effort. That along makes it so that there's only very mild irritation and not actual hurt or anger in his voice as he prompts: ]

C'mon, I really shouldn't have to badger my- to badger you into coming on a date. It's gonna be awesome, I promise.

[ The hesitation there came from an uncertainty over terminology that has been on Cisco's mind the last few days. The two of them are a couple, that is easy enough to say, but when it comes down to the actual word to use for Harry, none of the options are good. He's certain that 'boyfriend' and 'Harrison Wells' are fundamentally incompatible, but all the other choices are worse. 'Lover' sounds like a wannabe telenovela. They're nowhere near the 'partner' stage. 'Significant other' is clunky as hell, and so is 'the guy I'm living with'.

Cisco taps his foot, impatience and nerves over today going okay making him jittery. ]