[ When Harry says he could come with him (or, well, implies it, but that's about as direct as Harry often gets), Cisco actually lifts his head and looks at him. He manages to keep his eyes on him for more than a second, this time. Cisco searches for any traces of annoyance, or impatience, or disgust; he finds none. Harry doesn't look blasé - he's a little pale, a little grim - but he doesn't seem overwhelmed, either. Which is a relief to Cisco who is feeling very, very much overwhelmed.

And he thinks... what would be the worst that could happen? If he accepted the offer, took a day trip with Harry away from this place and all the memories in it?

But then, his brain has always been inconveniently skilled at supplying worst case scenarios. ]

You shouldn't have to deal with it. [ He searches for the right words, grimacing and giving up, screwing up his courage a second time, forging on: ] I shouldn't have said anything in the first place. It shouldn't be a big deal to me. I've been in that basement like a hundred times since then and it was never a problem, and- and it didn't happen in this timeline anyway so. It's not like it counts.