[ While Cisco took a moment to collect himself, Harrison had stood up and walked back over to the laptop on the ground, starting to clean everything up. So when he suddenly announces that he's going to Midway, Harrison's eyes narrow briefly. Because that was a lie if he'd ever heard one. ]
A concert, huh.
[ He straightens up and turns, glancing back over at Cisco dubiously, eyes half-lidded. ]
Who's playing.
[ But he only allows him a moment to respond — if he'd been meaning to tell him, if it had just slipped his mind that he was making this big road trip, wouldn't he know it almost immediately? Harrison isn't expecting a response, though. He already knows there isn't one, that it's a cover for— something. For whatever it is, whatever's going on with him.
He takes a step over as Cisco stands, reaching over to rest a hand on his shoulder briefly, to quietly help steady him before pulling back. It's a moment or two before he murmurs again. ]
If you need to go, just say that.
[ God knows he's needed to do the same. Half of Harrison's road trip to find Jesse had been a desperate need to get out of the lab, to be by himself and have time to think after the fiasco with Zoom and Allen's speed and everything. The others had similar baggage — Allen spent a solid two months away before he'd dragged his feet back in after Zoom had been taken care of. Snow had even taken an impromptu spa weekend after all of that, though Harrison had a sneaking suspicion that Iris West had a hand in that little miracle. Ramon could need the same, feasibly. Honesty would be nice, but he's the last person to harp on and on about honesty these days. He'll settle for something that isn't dodgy at this point.
Harrison crosses the lab, starting to put things away quietly as he lets the silence sit between the two of them. He could push — he should push, but the image of the blood dripping from his nose still lingers in his mind. It's enough to make his own blood run cold, to quell any harshness that may be stewing in him.
There's no response to Cisco's last question, though; instead, Harrison slowly starts to pack things away. ]
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A concert, huh.
[ He straightens up and turns, glancing back over at Cisco dubiously, eyes half-lidded. ]
Who's playing.
[ But he only allows him a moment to respond — if he'd been meaning to tell him, if it had just slipped his mind that he was making this big road trip, wouldn't he know it almost immediately? Harrison isn't expecting a response, though. He already knows there isn't one, that it's a cover for— something. For whatever it is, whatever's going on with him.
He takes a step over as Cisco stands, reaching over to rest a hand on his shoulder briefly, to quietly help steady him before pulling back. It's a moment or two before he murmurs again. ]
If you need to go, just say that.
[ God knows he's needed to do the same. Half of Harrison's road trip to find Jesse had been a desperate need to get out of the lab, to be by himself and have time to think after the fiasco with Zoom and Allen's speed and everything. The others had similar baggage — Allen spent a solid two months away before he'd dragged his feet back in after Zoom had been taken care of. Snow had even taken an impromptu spa weekend after all of that, though Harrison had a sneaking suspicion that Iris West had a hand in that little miracle. Ramon could need the same, feasibly. Honesty would be nice, but he's the last person to harp on and on about honesty these days. He'll settle for something that isn't dodgy at this point.
Harrison crosses the lab, starting to put things away quietly as he lets the silence sit between the two of them. He could push — he should push, but the image of the blood dripping from his nose still lingers in his mind. It's enough to make his own blood run cold, to quell any harshness that may be stewing in him.
There's no response to Cisco's last question, though; instead, Harrison slowly starts to pack things away. ]