[personal profile] breacher 2016-05-03 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Harrison lets out a rough noise of exasperation. He'd said he'd help, but that's not the same as this. There's a difference between him trying to keep Barry Allen from killing himself and him completely supporting a very bad plan. He waves a hand flippantly, gesturing in Cisco's direction. ]

Yes. I did bring the goggles. And I'm going to keep the rest of you from killing yourselves. [ He shifts his position, crossing his arms and frowning. This isn't about him, not right now. ] What made you change yours so fast, Ramon?

[ He'd seen the look on Cisco's face when he ripped the goggles off and bolted for the door, asking them not to ask him to do that again. Truth be told, he wasn't all that broken up by Cisco's refusal to open the breach. But it was also a gateway to exploring his powers more. In other words, not something he should be forced to do against his will abruptly. But Harrison knew Barry Allen and he knew Cisco Ramon and how Barry, intentionally or not, knew exactly what buttons to press with Cisco to cave to him completely. Normally, Harrison didn't mind letting Barry's poor choices blow up in his face, but— this was beyond that. ]

You didn't want to. Now you do? [ A beat. ] You let Allen pressure you into it. Again.

[personal profile] breacher 2016-05-05 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
Did you?

[ He's batting the ball back in Cisco's court almost immediately, voice rough and aggravated now. Frustrated that he doesn't see what he's doing, angry that it's happening again and again and again, and if there's concern for him deep, deep down inside, it's not showing through currently. ]

Why are you always letting people use you, Ramon? [ and, as if he wasn't abundantly clear just now: ] First your weapons. Now your powers — your powers that, not too long ago, you didn't want anyone, not even Barry Allen, to ask you to use.

[ Maybe part of it is that he's terrified of that breach being opened again. He hasn't entirely dismissed that possibility, but it's also hard to forget the fear in Cisco's eyes when he saw what he could do. That's not something to force on someone. He should have known better. Barry should have known better. ]
Edited (wow sweet tense failure there) 2016-05-05 03:35 (UTC)

[personal profile] breacher 2016-05-05 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's about to open his mouth to shoot back a response to that — that yes, he does think he's lying, to himself at least, and maybe that's something to consider — when Cisco snaps at him, cutting through him cleanly in roughly ten words. Harrison immediately stiffens when he hears that, staring ahead blankly at him like he'd been punched in the stomach.

It lasts for maybe five, ten seconds tops, even if it feels like an eternity to him. Because— he's not entirely wrong. Stress had driven Harrison to do a number of things he'd maybe think on more under entirely different circumstances, and Cisco had, time and time again, been the bystander that was drawn into the fray. Truth be told, without Jesse around, knowing she was trapped with Zoom of all people, Harrison couldn't breathe. He barely slept, ate only when necessary — everything fell by the wayside, including level-headedness.

Slowly, he squares his shoulders, staring ahead at Cisco flatly with his jaw set. Cisco's already covering his mouth, already regretting the words that had come pouring out, but Harrison can't bring himself to care much as he glares sharply at him. His voice lowers to a rough rasp, words like acid as they slip off his tongue.
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So. That's how you feel?

[ He pauses for only a second, just long enough for those words to hang there but not long enough to allow a response before he continues. He lets out a soft chuckle, a mix of disbelief and anger and some hurt mixed in with all of that, shaking his head and looking to the side. ]

You really—

[ And then Harrison cuts himself off, chewing on his lower lip in frustration as he puts his hands on his hips, looking off to the side in annoyance. He then shoves his hands into his pockets, giving him a hard look. ]

Fine. It's your life, Ramon.

[personal profile] breacher 2016-05-06 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, you do. And no, you're not.

[ His voice is a steady rasp as he turns his gaze back towards him, staring flatly. He had to have meant it on some level; otherwise, why even say it? And it wasn't like he was wrong, either. Harrison had just thought they'd moved past that by now. Apparently, he'd thought wrong. The apology . . . he can only sigh inwardly at it, shifting his eyes away. It feels like avoidance, like a way to duck it all and pretend everything is fine without really listening.

Harrison shakes his head, turning around and heading towards the door. Why did he even think talking would work? It's never worked in the past. Why would it suddenly all work out now? Better to cut his losses and leave now without another word than continue a fruitless back and forth.
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