It's a comic. In order to date this one girl, the main guy's gotta fight everyone she's ever dated, first.
[ Cisco knows Harry wasn't actually asking for an explanation, but it's a brief moment of relief, to talk about something that's not him, or his life, or the less pleasant things that have happened in it.
He doesn't know what he was expecting Harry to say, when he brought up avoiding talking about Eobard. A nod, a dry small laugh, maybe even a thank you? Certainly, he didn't expect Harry to go even quieter, searching for words that are clearly difficult to find. For a moment or two Cisco has trouble with who 'she' must be, but then it hits him - Harry must be talking about Jesse's mom. Not all that hard to figure out, from the context, but it took him a moment to get there because Harry never talks about Jesse's mom. Like.... ever.
So now that he is, Cisco listens very carefully to what he's saying. The first part isn't much of a surprise - Harry burying grief in work. But then he is saying that it had been a bad call, that time had made things worse rather than better because he'd suppressed it. The part about his powers making things worse does, indeed, bring a frown to Cisco's face, even if he wipes it away a moment or two later. He never wanted these powers, and as hard as he's worked to train them and learn to tolerate them, they still feel like a remnant of Eobard that's embedded in his body - a piece of his awful legacy that Cisco wants no part of. ]
Did you? Ever unbury it, I mean.
[ If there were any time to ask that question, this seems like it. It breaks Cisco's heart a little, the way Harry looks away, directs the words down at his hands, still and sad. Cisco doesn't mind so much, then, redirecting the conversation to his own problems, to give Harry a little break from talking about things that are hard. ]
I don't know who I'd even... it's too close to home for Barry and Caitlin. Joe's great but he's not my dad. And there ain't no therapist in the city who's gonna hear "my ex was a time traveler from the future who murdered me in a different timeline that I still remember and I'm kinda messed up about it" and not send me off to the funny farm.
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[ Cisco knows Harry wasn't actually asking for an explanation, but it's a brief moment of relief, to talk about something that's not him, or his life, or the less pleasant things that have happened in it.
He doesn't know what he was expecting Harry to say, when he brought up avoiding talking about Eobard. A nod, a dry small laugh, maybe even a thank you? Certainly, he didn't expect Harry to go even quieter, searching for words that are clearly difficult to find. For a moment or two Cisco has trouble with who 'she' must be, but then it hits him - Harry must be talking about Jesse's mom. Not all that hard to figure out, from the context, but it took him a moment to get there because Harry never talks about Jesse's mom. Like.... ever.
So now that he is, Cisco listens very carefully to what he's saying. The first part isn't much of a surprise - Harry burying grief in work. But then he is saying that it had been a bad call, that time had made things worse rather than better because he'd suppressed it. The part about his powers making things worse does, indeed, bring a frown to Cisco's face, even if he wipes it away a moment or two later. He never wanted these powers, and as hard as he's worked to train them and learn to tolerate them, they still feel like a remnant of Eobard that's embedded in his body - a piece of his awful legacy that Cisco wants no part of. ]
Did you? Ever unbury it, I mean.
[ If there were any time to ask that question, this seems like it. It breaks Cisco's heart a little, the way Harry looks away, directs the words down at his hands, still and sad. Cisco doesn't mind so much, then, redirecting the conversation to his own problems, to give Harry a little break from talking about things that are hard. ]
I don't know who I'd even... it's too close to home for Barry and Caitlin. Joe's great but he's not my dad. And there ain't no therapist in the city who's gonna hear "my ex was a time traveler from the future who murdered me in a different timeline that I still remember and I'm kinda messed up about it" and not send me off to the funny farm.