[ Cisco lets his tone sink lower, like Harry's, but the look on his face is just as stubborn as before. Even if Harry ends up still saying no, it's important for Cisco that he understand what it is he's saying no to. That he doesn't mishandle this crucial moment and then end up regretting it for a long time after. Maybe kissing Harry while drunk had been a bad idea. They should have talked about this first, and then moved onto the kissing later.
Except that Cisco would not have had the confidence to make his case so strongly, if he didn't know, for sure, that some part of Harry wanted him. That he wasn't setting himself up for complete humiliation ]
This is like, the ultimate moving on. If I can kiss you and think about only you, that means I'm... getting past it. Getting healthier, or whatever. And I'm not sayin' that that's the reason I did it, like as some kind of test for myself. Not at all.
[ In for a penny, in for a pound: he'd damned himself already so he might as well just come out with all of it. ]
I did it because I like you. You, Harry. [ Cisco swallows, tilts his chin up higher, defiant and trying for dignity even though it's hard, at the moment. ] You don't have to protect me from myself, or anything like that. I'm an adult and I can make my own decisions. And I decided that you needed a good kiss and I wanted to be the one to do it.
[ 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. ]
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.
[ Cisco wants to keep pushing, to resolve this now and for good. If he lets the matter drop, there is a possibility Harry won't let him broach the subject again. Cisco has learned how good he can be at evading things. And, well. Cisco's a bit worried that he won't have the guts to bring it up, himself. Why waste the momentum they have, in already talking about it?
But instinct tells him to yield, to let his shoulders slump and to nod in acquiescence. Harry isn't going to credit anything that he says or does right now, just because he's had a bit to drink. Alright, fine. He'll just have to make it clear once he's sober that his mind has not changed. Cisco can be stubborn, can be persistent. No matter how things turn out, no one will be able to say that he did not try. ]
Okay, I didn't decide. I observed. Because you did. You do. And that's just a fact.
[ 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. ]
[ Just because they're not going to decide anything tonight doesn't mean that Cisco can't continue to lay the groundwork. And part of that, he thinks, is treating Harry the same. Not acting any differently just because they'd kissed. Which means snorting, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile that's just a tiny bit mocking ]
I did, actually. But you answered that for me already.
[ Is Cisco referring to when he asked if Harry didn't want to, or didn't think he should, or is he instead referring to the fact of the kiss itself. The fact that Harry had responded to him - not as if he were just going along with it, not out of fear or uncertainty or to appease him. Cisco would have been able to tell. People are hard to navigate sometimes, but he could at least interpret what that kiss had said. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Cisco thinks about pointing out the fact that Harry doesn't even sound that mad, about reiterating what he'd said earlier about alcohol not being nearly as much an excuse as Harry seems to want it to be. But the truth is, he doesn't want to get pulled into an argument about whether or not Harry had enjoyed the kiss. Cisco's certain of it, right now, but he knows that the longer he talks to Harry about it, the less certain he will get. Besides, there's some satisfaction in not even dignifying it worth fighting over. He knows what he knows. ]
Mhmmm.
[ The skepticism is practically dripping from the sound, but it's a warm kind of disbelief. ]
[ 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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[ Cisco lets his tone sink lower, like Harry's, but the look on his face is just as stubborn as before. Even if Harry ends up still saying no, it's important for Cisco that he understand what it is he's saying no to. That he doesn't mishandle this crucial moment and then end up regretting it for a long time after. Maybe kissing Harry while drunk had been a bad idea. They should have talked about this first, and then moved onto the kissing later.
Except that Cisco would not have had the confidence to make his case so strongly, if he didn't know, for sure, that some part of Harry wanted him. That he wasn't setting himself up for complete humiliation ]
This is like, the ultimate moving on. If I can kiss you and think about only you, that means I'm... getting past it. Getting healthier, or whatever. And I'm not sayin' that that's the reason I did it, like as some kind of test for myself. Not at all.
[ In for a penny, in for a pound: he'd damned himself already so he might as well just come out with all of it. ]
I did it because I like you. You, Harry. [ Cisco swallows, tilts his chin up higher, defiant and trying for dignity even though it's hard, at the moment. ] You don't have to protect me from myself, or anything like that. I'm an adult and I can make my own decisions. And I decided that you needed a good kiss and I wanted to be the one to do it.
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There's a long pause before he speaks again. ]
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.
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But instinct tells him to yield, to let his shoulders slump and to nod in acquiescence. Harry isn't going to credit anything that he says or does right now, just because he's had a bit to drink. Alright, fine. He'll just have to make it clear once he's sober that his mind has not changed. Cisco can be stubborn, can be persistent. No matter how things turn out, no one will be able to say that he did not try. ]
Okay, I didn't decide. I observed. Because you did. You do. And that's just a fact.
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He knows damn well why not.
Harrison rolls his eyes when Cisco responds, crossing his arms. ]
Maybe I don't want one. Have you considered that?
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I did, actually. But you answered that for me already.
[ Is Cisco referring to when he asked if Harry didn't want to, or didn't think he should, or is he instead referring to the fact of the kiss itself. The fact that Harry had responded to him - not as if he were just going along with it, not out of fear or uncertainty or to appease him. Cisco would have been able to tell. People are hard to navigate sometimes, but he could at least interpret what that kiss had said. ]
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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. ]
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Mhmmm.
[ The skepticism is practically dripping from the sound, but it's a warm kind of disbelief. ]
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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. ]