[ There is something so reassuringly Harry about that answer. It isn't that the last Dr. Wells never teased him - he did. He'd had a playful side; it was just that Cisco had had to coax it out of him. Left to his own devices, he was polite, serious, sober. Cisco had always been the one to tease out a thread of fun, of light-hearted competitiveness, in him.
But Harry's teasing is entirely another thing. It needs no prompting from Cisco, half the time. It is also ruder, more straightforward, more genuine than anything Dr. Wells had ever said to him. If the first man with that face had ever told Cisco not to flatter himself, it would have devastated him. But he's a little older now, a lot less innocent, and Harry hasn't got the same hold over him as Eobard Thawne. ]
Sounds to me like someone who is afraid of a challenge.
[ Cisco keeps looking at Harry - at the stillness of him, the way his hands are held in loose fists. There would be one easy way, to find out. He could kiss him, here and now. Lay it out in the open between them, cut through the crap and the double-talk. His eyes flick down to Harry's mouth and then back up, just for a second.
But he doesn't. Not because he's afraid (well, mostly not). But because it wouldn't be fair to Harry. For once, the power differential between them is tilted in Cisco's favor, and he recognizes it. Harry is staying here because there is nowhere else safe for him, for his daughter. Cisco should not use that to his advantage. Shouldn't make advances that might be unwelcome, make him feel unsafe here.
So a little of that warmth, that audacity, goes out of Cisco. He sets it aside for now and says, in a softer voice ]
You think you can get back to sleep, or you want me to make us some coffee?
[ It may have been only for a second, but Harrison catches the look that Cisco throws his way and he knows — he knows what it's about. Maybe not entirely what's going through his mind but the general idea at the very least, what he wants (or what he thinks he wants). Meanwhile, in his own mind, he's starting to piece together what needs to be done in the next few days. Talk to Barry, have him sign the paperwork for them, find a landlord that won't ask too many questions — Detective West should have an idea about that potentially, and then move in. And then? Get Jesse settled. Get settled himself. Figure out what to do with his life on his own time. And put as much distance between himself and Ramon outside of work as he can for now.
Maybe he is afraid. But it's for a good reason.
Harrison shakes his head, resting his hands on his knees and shifting, ready to get up at any moment. ]
No, I'll try to get back to sleep again. Either I'll manage and it's fine or I won't and I'll have to look into that.
[ Cisco is actually glad that Harry is going to try, at least. He's pretty sure that the sleep debt Harry incurred over the last four months of his life still hasn't been made up; besides, if he decided to stay awake, Cisco was obviously going to stay awake with him. When he mentions looking into ways to sleep, if he can't Cisco quirks a smile ]
Well, I think there's some leftover sleeping pills in the medicine cabinet if you want to go for the nuclear option.
[ Of course, the reason Cisco still has them is that he didn't take them when they were prescribed to him, but Harry doesn't need to know that. More quietly, he adds: ]
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But Harry's teasing is entirely another thing. It needs no prompting from Cisco, half the time. It is also ruder, more straightforward, more genuine than anything Dr. Wells had ever said to him. If the first man with that face had ever told Cisco not to flatter himself, it would have devastated him. But he's a little older now, a lot less innocent, and Harry hasn't got the same hold over him as Eobard Thawne. ]
Sounds to me like someone who is afraid of a challenge.
[ Cisco keeps looking at Harry - at the stillness of him, the way his hands are held in loose fists. There would be one easy way, to find out. He could kiss him, here and now. Lay it out in the open between them, cut through the crap and the double-talk. His eyes flick down to Harry's mouth and then back up, just for a second.
But he doesn't. Not because he's afraid (well, mostly not). But because it wouldn't be fair to Harry. For once, the power differential between them is tilted in Cisco's favor, and he recognizes it. Harry is staying here because there is nowhere else safe for him, for his daughter. Cisco should not use that to his advantage. Shouldn't make advances that might be unwelcome, make him feel unsafe here.
So a little of that warmth, that audacity, goes out of Cisco. He sets it aside for now and says, in a softer voice ]
You think you can get back to sleep, or you want me to make us some coffee?
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Maybe he is afraid. But it's for a good reason.
Harrison shakes his head, resting his hands on his knees and shifting, ready to get up at any moment. ]
No, I'll try to get back to sleep again. Either I'll manage and it's fine or I won't and I'll have to look into that.
[ He shrugs at that. ]
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[ Cisco is actually glad that Harry is going to try, at least. He's pretty sure that the sleep debt Harry incurred over the last four months of his life still hasn't been made up; besides, if he decided to stay awake, Cisco was obviously going to stay awake with him. When he mentions looking into ways to sleep, if he can't Cisco quirks a smile ]
Well, I think there's some leftover sleeping pills in the medicine cabinet if you want to go for the nuclear option.
[ Of course, the reason Cisco still has them is that he didn't take them when they were prescribed to him, but Harry doesn't need to know that. More quietly, he adds: ]
'Night, Harry.