[ It's all telling enough. The way Cisco opens his mouth at seeing the wad of tissues, the way he lifts a hand to his nose, as if noticing the blood for the first time, the way he doesn't even make eye contact with him — it's enough for Harrison to piece some of it together. So much so that when Cisco gives him the weakest lie known to man, Harrison can only murmur back: ]
No. It isn't.
[ He leans back against his seat, studying him quietly. A nosebleed usually means vibes and though Ramon had been getting better with controlling his abilities, including the visions and everything they entailed, he still got them during the more taxing ones — the ones that drained at his powers and his general state of mind. Add to that the fact that he didn't want to go down into the basement before, and it all added up to something . . . well. Something not great centered around that basement. But there were a lot of bad memories littered around the lab.
Harrison had pushed and pushed at Cisco when he first came to this Earth, with a complete disregard for any personal boundaries. As they grew closer, he pulled back on that more and more. Sure, he'd still give Ramon a good kick in the pants when the situation called for it in his mind, but the days of him being a pushy bastard just because had long since passed (though it certainly helped that Jesse was safe and sound on Earth-2). He clasps his hands in his lap, giving Cisco a long look. He could sit there in silence for as long as the both of them wanted, but something tells him that this time, that isn't going to get them anywhere.
Instead, he licks at his lips as he considers his words carefully before he speaks again. There's so much he wants to ask — What happened? Are you okay? Why didn't you tell me the truth? — but that wouldn't get them anywhere and besides, he already knows how Cisco would respond to all three at this point. His eyes flick from the machine and the laptop back over to him, and it's a moment before he finally settles on something. ]
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No. It isn't.
[ He leans back against his seat, studying him quietly. A nosebleed usually means vibes and though Ramon had been getting better with controlling his abilities, including the visions and everything they entailed, he still got them during the more taxing ones — the ones that drained at his powers and his general state of mind. Add to that the fact that he didn't want to go down into the basement before, and it all added up to something . . . well. Something not great centered around that basement. But there were a lot of bad memories littered around the lab.
Harrison had pushed and pushed at Cisco when he first came to this Earth, with a complete disregard for any personal boundaries. As they grew closer, he pulled back on that more and more. Sure, he'd still give Ramon a good kick in the pants when the situation called for it in his mind, but the days of him being a pushy bastard just because had long since passed (though it certainly helped that Jesse was safe and sound on Earth-2). He clasps his hands in his lap, giving Cisco a long look. He could sit there in silence for as long as the both of them wanted, but something tells him that this time, that isn't going to get them anywhere.
Instead, he licks at his lips as he considers his words carefully before he speaks again. There's so much he wants to ask — What happened? Are you okay? Why didn't you tell me the truth? — but that wouldn't get them anywhere and besides, he already knows how Cisco would respond to all three at this point. His eyes flick from the machine and the laptop back over to him, and it's a moment before he finally settles on something. ]
Alright. We're done for the day.