It's a work in progress.

[ Which is as much of a confession as anything. It's about all he'll say on the matter, though he's said more than he really should at this point. He gives Cisco another side-long look, listening quietly. Harrison waits until he finishes before speaking. ]

Probably. Though they'd have better reasons to do it.

[ He gives him a faint smirk at that poor attempt at levity. It's all another distraction, though. Harrison would like to say he's a better person these days, but he's not good enough to offer himself up to him as an ear. Advice was never his strongest suit, beyond cautionary tales and coping mechanisms. His blood still boils at the thought of Thawne parading around S.T.A.R. Labs with his face and Allen, Snow, and Ramon all wound around his little finger, only for him to stab them in the back without any remorse. Or, in Cisco's case, break his heart in more ways than one.

Harrison can feel his fingers curl against the counter more, knuckles turning white with a clenched sort of rage, and he shakes his head slowly. ]

. . . I don't suppose "writing it down in a journal" would be too helpful, would it.