[ But he's not too serious about that, not concerned that Cisco's going to become anything even remotely like Reverb. He'd been confused moments ago when he was still coming to, but it was now clear as day that one was not the other. He rubs his thumb at the back of Cisco's neck idly at that, giving him a soft, fond look before rolling his eyes, pulling both hands back to allow him to get that ridiculous jacket off. ]
Mm, I'm sure. It certainly covered your ass.
[ It's a dry remark, accompanied by a raised eyebrow. He looks all too amused at his own joke, but the smugness is quickly wiped away by the kiss, and his next statement. Mostly the latter. Harrison furrows his brows at that — Cisco hadn't been able to do anything offensive up until now, even with all the tweaks they'd done to both iterations of the goggles. Harrison draws his hands up to Cisco's arms, rubbing at them in an attempt at being comforting. It's not the greatest and he'd be more aware of that if he were much less groggy, but for now, all he can think of is— ]
You've come a long way.
[ It's a quiet statement, and he follows it with another kiss, shifting so that his arms slip around him again, tugging him in closer. ]
[ Come on, Harry, haven't you learned by now that making slightly uncomfortable jokes is how Cisco copes with the things that worry him most in the world? If he's going to deal with using his powers to open breaches, and dressing like Reverb and talking like Reverb and now this other new power of Reverb's, he's going to be making as many Fringe and Star Trek mirror-verse jokes as he possibly can. That's just his way.
But Harry keeps moving his thumb like that, against the soft hairs at the back of his neck, and he has to know all too well by now that that's the best way to get Cisco to stop arguing about anything at all.
And Harry sees right through the lightness in his voice when he talks about the new development of his powers, answers him with that blend of gravity and reassurance that is so uniquely Harry's. Cisco shivers despite himself, when Harry runs his hands along his arms. That blast of energy hadn't just happened. He had felt it moving through his body, buzzing down along his arm and wrist and out his palm. He distracts himself from remembering that by kissing Harry, letting himself get pulled in close, his hair falling forward and brushing against Harry's shoulders and neck as they kiss. ]
I'm really glad you're okay.
[ It goes without saying, probably. From the way Cisco had rushed in, from his relief, from his eagerness to touch and kiss and be near to Harry now. But he says it anyway, voice low and totally sincere and free from humor or sarcasm in a way that is unusual, for Cisco. ]
[ It's the sincerity in his voice that makes Harrison draw him in closer, protective instincts flaring up almost instantly as he runs a hand through his hair. There's almost a vulnerability there, one that makes him want to build up a wall to keep him safe — from his abilities, from Zoom, from anything, really. He can't even muster up a response beyond that, save for a soft, simple: ]
Yeah.
[ He's always been a man of few words, but even that doesn't seem to speak enough when it comes to how he feels. Harrison just keeps kissing him instead, soft but intense, as if to say, "I'm glad you're okay too." He draws it out, letting each kiss linger, and rests his other hand at his side again, fingers curling against the fabric of his shirt. If they were anywhere else, he'd probably push it, paw idly at the hem, but this was Snow's domain and he wasn't that stupid.
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[ But he's not too serious about that, not concerned that Cisco's going to become anything even remotely like Reverb. He'd been confused moments ago when he was still coming to, but it was now clear as day that one was not the other. He rubs his thumb at the back of Cisco's neck idly at that, giving him a soft, fond look before rolling his eyes, pulling both hands back to allow him to get that ridiculous jacket off. ]
Mm, I'm sure. It certainly covered your ass.
[ It's a dry remark, accompanied by a raised eyebrow. He looks all too amused at his own joke, but the smugness is quickly wiped away by the kiss, and his next statement. Mostly the latter. Harrison furrows his brows at that — Cisco hadn't been able to do anything offensive up until now, even with all the tweaks they'd done to both iterations of the goggles. Harrison draws his hands up to Cisco's arms, rubbing at them in an attempt at being comforting. It's not the greatest and he'd be more aware of that if he were much less groggy, but for now, all he can think of is— ]
You've come a long way.
[ It's a quiet statement, and he follows it with another kiss, shifting so that his arms slip around him again, tugging him in closer. ]
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But Harry keeps moving his thumb like that, against the soft hairs at the back of his neck, and he has to know all too well by now that that's the best way to get Cisco to stop arguing about anything at all.
And Harry sees right through the lightness in his voice when he talks about the new development of his powers, answers him with that blend of gravity and reassurance that is so uniquely Harry's. Cisco shivers despite himself, when Harry runs his hands along his arms. That blast of energy hadn't just happened. He had felt it moving through his body, buzzing down along his arm and wrist and out his palm. He distracts himself from remembering that by kissing Harry, letting himself get pulled in close, his hair falling forward and brushing against Harry's shoulders and neck as they kiss. ]
I'm really glad you're okay.
[ It goes without saying, probably. From the way Cisco had rushed in, from his relief, from his eagerness to touch and kiss and be near to Harry now. But he says it anyway, voice low and totally sincere and free from humor or sarcasm in a way that is unusual, for Cisco. ]
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Yeah.
[ He's always been a man of few words, but even that doesn't seem to speak enough when it comes to how he feels. Harrison just keeps kissing him instead, soft but intense, as if to say, "I'm glad you're okay too." He draws it out, letting each kiss linger, and rests his other hand at his side again, fingers curling against the fabric of his shirt. If they were anywhere else, he'd probably push it, paw idly at the hem, but this was Snow's domain and he wasn't that stupid.
Probably.
Only time would tell, really. ]