[ He can't help it. A smirk crosses his face and though he doesn't audibly laugh, Cisco can probably feel a silent chuckle escape Harrison's throat. He wasn't surprised though. In all honesty, he saw this coming a mile away and, in fairness, he had warned Ramon. If he were twenty years younger, maybe he could — or would — match his . . . enthusiasm. But he wasn't in his twenties anymore and he certainly wasn't secretly a speedster, so.
Harrison keeps one hand in Cisco's hair, giving his shoulder a pat with the other as he rolls his eyes. ]
The only surprise, Ramon, is that you actually knew when to stop.
[ His tone is dry, but there's a hint of amusement there. With a huff, he starts to shift his positioning on the couch. ]
[ The smugness in Harry's voice and the feel of that soundless chuckle make Cisco's face go hot, part embarrassment and part something that is definitely not embarrassment at all. Which is maybe a bit messed up, but Cisco's never claimed to not be messed up. All in all, he's glad when Harry moves. Cisco takes that as his cue to pull away, to stand up and put a little necessary space between them, for a moment or two.
He looks at the clock and sees what time it is, and it's shocking to him that it's not hours later. It feels like 4 AM, but then, they've both had rather long days, all things considered. ]
Are you cool with sharing the bed? [ Cisco doesn't disguise the hope in that question. He will take the couch if Harry prefers it that way, but it would be nice, not to be alone. ] Promise I'll keep my hands to myself. [ Then, because he can't resist. ] This time, anyway.
[ When Cisco pulls away to stand, Harrison drops his hands into his lap, clasping them together as he glances up at him with interest. An idle smirk crosses his face upon seeing how red Cisco had turned. He may have young age and stamina on his side, but Harrison had all his life experience in his back pocket — something that was starting to look more and more beneficial by the minute.
At that last question, Harrison raises an eyebrow. He'd already said he planned on staying over; he'd thought the implication was clear enough. ]
I'm not twelve, Ramon. We can share the bed.
[ And with that, he stands, brushing past Cisco to head into his room. It's mostly out of impatience, to make it clear that there's no point in tiptoeing around him if this is going to work. They'll push at one another; that's what they've always done, for better or worse.
He ignores whatever state Cisco's left his room in, only briefly raising an eyebrow again. ]
[ Cisco follows after him, and Harry's pushiness and brusqueness strangely set him at ease. The transition is going to be weird, for both of them. But if the weirdness level stays where it is, Cisco thinks they'll get through it.
So he doesn't make apologies for the mild disorder of his room, doesn't check with Harry or even look at him before he's kicking off his shoes, swapping out his jeans for sweatpants, and crawling under the sheets.
Much as Harry might act like sharing a bed is no big deal, Cisco's heart beats faster as he waits for Harry to join him. Between the revelation about Zoom and sharing a bed with Harry for the first time, Cisco's pretty sure he's not actually going to get all that much sleep. But having Harry here is far better than the alternative. So, even though he knows it might get him an eyeroll, Cisco pulls the blanket up to his nose and says, voice muffled ]
[ Harrison kicks off his shoes and tugs his long-sleeved shirt off as well, leaving only his black undershirt. He glances back over at Cisco as he pulls at his socks, balling them up and tossing them over with his shoes, and the corners of his mouth twitch into a half smile. At the end of the day, it's a welcome distraction from the shit show that preceeded all of it.
He pulls the blankets on the other side of the bed back after a moment and settles in carefully. He'd been used to sleeping alone for so long, curled up on his side on his sad little cot in the labs or wherever, that it's almost foreign to him, slipping into bed with someone else. He's not completely solitary despite how he may seem, but Harrison isn't exactly one to cuddle or anything either.
Still, Cisco's muffled statement breaks the ice neatly enough and Harrison lets out a soft, huffy laugh, glancing over at him. ]
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[ He can't help it. A smirk crosses his face and though he doesn't audibly laugh, Cisco can probably feel a silent chuckle escape Harrison's throat. He wasn't surprised though. In all honesty, he saw this coming a mile away and, in fairness, he had warned Ramon. If he were twenty years younger, maybe he could — or would — match his . . . enthusiasm. But he wasn't in his twenties anymore and he certainly wasn't secretly a speedster, so.
Harrison keeps one hand in Cisco's hair, giving his shoulder a pat with the other as he rolls his eyes. ]
The only surprise, Ramon, is that you actually knew when to stop.
[ His tone is dry, but there's a hint of amusement there. With a huff, he starts to shift his positioning on the couch. ]
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He looks at the clock and sees what time it is, and it's shocking to him that it's not hours later. It feels like 4 AM, but then, they've both had rather long days, all things considered. ]
Are you cool with sharing the bed? [ Cisco doesn't disguise the hope in that question. He will take the couch if Harry prefers it that way, but it would be nice, not to be alone. ] Promise I'll keep my hands to myself. [ Then, because he can't resist. ] This time, anyway.
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At that last question, Harrison raises an eyebrow. He'd already said he planned on staying over; he'd thought the implication was clear enough. ]
I'm not twelve, Ramon. We can share the bed.
[ And with that, he stands, brushing past Cisco to head into his room. It's mostly out of impatience, to make it clear that there's no point in tiptoeing around him if this is going to work. They'll push at one another; that's what they've always done, for better or worse.
He ignores whatever state Cisco's left his room in, only briefly raising an eyebrow again. ]
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So he doesn't make apologies for the mild disorder of his room, doesn't check with Harry or even look at him before he's kicking off his shoes, swapping out his jeans for sweatpants, and crawling under the sheets.
Much as Harry might act like sharing a bed is no big deal, Cisco's heart beats faster as he waits for Harry to join him. Between the revelation about Zoom and sharing a bed with Harry for the first time, Cisco's pretty sure he's not actually going to get all that much sleep. But having Harry here is far better than the alternative. So, even though he knows it might get him an eyeroll, Cisco pulls the blanket up to his nose and says, voice muffled ]
I'm glad you're here.
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He pulls the blankets on the other side of the bed back after a moment and settles in carefully. He'd been used to sleeping alone for so long, curled up on his side on his sad little cot in the labs or wherever, that it's almost foreign to him, slipping into bed with someone else. He's not completely solitary despite how he may seem, but Harrison isn't exactly one to cuddle or anything either.
Still, Cisco's muffled statement breaks the ice neatly enough and Harrison lets out a soft, huffy laugh, glancing over at him. ]
Yeah.