[ Cisco rolls his eyes, but he puts it aside, confident that he is right and Harry is wrong. At this point if he goes on it will devolve into a 'nuh uh' 'yeah huh' catastrophe and he doesn't want that. Not when it had all turned out okay in the end, and he'd gotten a kiss out of it. But he files away in the back of his mind the need to find some way to re-introduce this Harrison Wells to the people of Central City here, on Earth-1. That way, Cisco will know that if anyone is staring, it's just because they are two guys on a date, not because anyone thinks Harry is an undead murderer.
Harry's deflection works well; Cisco plucks Harry's beer from his hand and takes a drink from it (he'd finished his own a few minutes before) and says: ]
Yeah, I did plan it, and if you're not nice you won't get to see what comes next.
[ There's always the danger that Harry actually doesn't care what Cisco had had in mind for after their picnic - that he'll say he'd rather go back to S.T.A.R. Labs and work, anyway. Cisco hopes not. ]
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Harry's deflection works well; Cisco plucks Harry's beer from his hand and takes a drink from it (he'd finished his own a few minutes before) and says: ]
Yeah, I did plan it, and if you're not nice you won't get to see what comes next.
[ There's always the danger that Harry actually doesn't care what Cisco had had in mind for after their picnic - that he'll say he'd rather go back to S.T.A.R. Labs and work, anyway. Cisco hopes not. ]