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[franciscoramon]

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[breacher]

[ 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. ]

[franciscoramon]

[ 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. ]

[breacher]

[ 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. ]