[personal profile] breacher 2016-03-05 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He was mildly frustrated before. Now he's— not quite mad, but severely annoyed. Harrison glares back at Cisco, jaw set. ]

This, Ramon? Is a mistake. And it's not one I'm going to allow for either of us to make. You can throw out as many excuses as you'd like. That's not going to make it any more acceptable.

[ He pauses, chewing at his lip briefly. Deep down, he knows what the biggest issue at hand is, though he'd rather not put it into words. It's not jealousy; he's never necessarily felt that towards the man he's met once, briefly and much earlier in his timeline. But it is uncomfortable to say the least.

. . . What the hell.
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Besides. You can't tell me that some small part of this isn't about him. And until you can, with absolute confidence, there's nothing to discuss here.

[personal profile] breacher 2016-03-07 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ The anger seems to seep out of him slowly at that explanation. It makes sense, though it doesn't really help matters in his eyes. The fact of the matter is that the "Wells" that Cisco was with never even existed to begin with — it was a persona that Eobard Thawne had put on. Harrison could never live up to that when it was practically an ideal to begin with. Throwing Thawne's plotting into the mix just made it even more uncomfortable. If he were anyone else in the world, that might still be something they could work out. But he was, for all intents and purposes, Harrison Wells and everything that entails. Cisco could say it's different all he wants, but that won't dispel the ghost that still lingers around him.

. . . which is a concept that's difficult to explain when sober, nevermind when he's got a few drinks in his system. Harrison rubs at his temples briefly, then gives him a long look. If this were just casual, if there weren't any Thawne-related entanglements at all, then— what the hell. They're adults who need to let off some steam every now and then. But it's not, and that's just another can of worms, isn't it.

When he speaks again, Harrison just sounds tired.
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Cisco. [ A beat, and then he waves a hand dismissively. ] The difference is that you going off casually with someone is still healthier than this. [ At that, he gestures between the two of them. ] At least that way, you'd be moving on to some degree. This . . .

[ His voice trails off as he considers his words for a moment, before huffing. ]

Isn't.

[personal profile] breacher 2016-03-09 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ He heaves a sigh, lifting a hand to run it down his face before rubbing at his jaw in contemplation. Every logical bone in his body is screaming at him about how bad of an idea it is, countering any thought he has of even humoring Cisco. Or himself. Harrison's eyes flick over towards Cisco again, giving him a critical onceover. He's an adult capable of making his own decisions, okay. Sure. Then why does he still feel like he's completely taking advantage of Cisco?

There's a long pause before he speaks again.
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We're not continuing this discussion until we're both sober. Period.

[ It's not a yes. But it's not a no either. ]

And you can't just decide that someone needs a good kiss, Ramon.

[personal profile] breacher 2016-03-11 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He nods at that, looking mildly satisfied. Whether they actually get around to discussing it is another matter entirely and, frankly, not his problem tonight. Which is good because that gives him more time to consider it — and isn't that a hell of a thing. His kneejerk response is "no," it has to be "no." But a small, impulsive part of him idly whispers, "why not?"

He knows damn well why not.

Harrison rolls his eyes when Cisco responds, crossing his arms.
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Maybe I don't want one. Have you considered that?

[personal profile] breacher 2016-03-12 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Harrison scowls in response, posture becoming more tightly wound if that's even possible. He pushes himself up out of his chair, having given up on doing any more work with Cisco in the same room for now, and slips his hands in his pockets. ]

You're drunk, Ramon. And so am I.

[ It's biting, almost vicious — or it would be anyway if he were able to muster more heat behind his words. He eyes him flatly for a moment before turning away. ]

[personal profile] breacher 2016-03-14 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't bother to respond to that, to even look back, opting to storm out instead, to the makeshift room he has set up in the heart of S.T.A.R. Labs. It's not much, but it's privacy for now, a place to stick his head in the sand and not think about things. Or at least, not think about things while he's still thoroughly inebriated and prone to making poor decisions.

Harrison lays down on a cot, kicking his shoes off without a second thought, and pulls a pillow over his head to block out the light and the noise, or lack thereof. Ramon would come around once he sobered up. He had to.
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