You know that reference is flying right over my head, Ramon.
[ Though it's a muted, murmured retort, accompanied by the mildest of smirks — the corner of his mouth twitching upwards briefly. He'd expect as much though when it comes to the two of them talking about Thawne; an awkward joke here, a side-step there, and for the most part, they'd avoided anything to do with him, for better or for worse.
It seemed almost impossible to ignore him now, what with him looming large over Cisco.
Harrison lets out a soft sigh, lifting his head up towards him. ]
I know you do. — Try, anyway. [ He makes a small, vague gesture with his other hand before lowering it down onto the counter, fingers curling over the edge. ] But that's not . . .
[ His voice trails off as he grapples with his words. What was he trying to say, exactly? It's not like he'd ever had a go with an evil speedster in disguise, much less for an extended period of time. Except oh wait, he had, but that was different. There'd never been anything too serious with Garrick— with Zolomon. But . . . ]
. . . it's not the same. [ There's a long pause as Harrison chews at his lower lip idly, like he's debating on whether it's a good idea to go forward with what he's about to say. As a result, his words are stilted and he has to pause at times, softly stumbling here and there. ] It's— really not the same, Cisco. But. When she— [ His fingers curl a bit more over the edge of the counter. ] . . . passed, I buried myself in work. In Jesse's needs, too. [ His eyes flick forward, focusing on a point on the far wall, on anything else but the other person in the room. ] And I buried how I felt about all of it for— well. For years. And it built up.
[ He shakes his head quietly, willing himself to look back over at Cisco — or at least, in Cisco's direction. ]
What I'm getting at, Ramon, is that not talking about it is most likely doing you more harm than good. [ There's another long pause. He's not going to like saying it and Cisco definitely isn't going to like hearing it, but— ] Especially given your powers.
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[ Though it's a muted, murmured retort, accompanied by the mildest of smirks — the corner of his mouth twitching upwards briefly. He'd expect as much though when it comes to the two of them talking about Thawne; an awkward joke here, a side-step there, and for the most part, they'd avoided anything to do with him, for better or for worse.
It seemed almost impossible to ignore him now, what with him looming large over Cisco.
Harrison lets out a soft sigh, lifting his head up towards him. ]
I know you do. — Try, anyway. [ He makes a small, vague gesture with his other hand before lowering it down onto the counter, fingers curling over the edge. ] But that's not . . .
[ His voice trails off as he grapples with his words. What was he trying to say, exactly? It's not like he'd ever had a go with an evil speedster in disguise, much less for an extended period of time. Except oh wait, he had, but that was different. There'd never been anything too serious with Garrick— with Zolomon. But . . . ]
. . . it's not the same. [ There's a long pause as Harrison chews at his lower lip idly, like he's debating on whether it's a good idea to go forward with what he's about to say. As a result, his words are stilted and he has to pause at times, softly stumbling here and there. ] It's— really not the same, Cisco. But. When she— [ His fingers curl a bit more over the edge of the counter. ] . . . passed, I buried myself in work. In Jesse's needs, too. [ His eyes flick forward, focusing on a point on the far wall, on anything else but the other person in the room. ] And I buried how I felt about all of it for— well. For years. And it built up.
[ He shakes his head quietly, willing himself to look back over at Cisco — or at least, in Cisco's direction. ]
What I'm getting at, Ramon, is that not talking about it is most likely doing you more harm than good. [ There's another long pause. He's not going to like saying it and Cisco definitely isn't going to like hearing it, but— ] Especially given your powers.