[ As soon as Cisco sees what is on the screen, he glances at the thumb drive and understands. Harry must not have gotten a chance to even look at these, when he got to Earth-2, so he is checking it out now. And it's clear from his body language, his facial expression, how deeply absorbed he is. How emotional. So Cisco doesn't say anything, even though a joke about looking up memes on his computer had been at the tip of his tongue. He merely scoots closer, fitting his body next to Harry's and dropping his head onto Harry's shoulder as he keeps scrolling through.
Cisco remembers how late it had been, when he had been putting together this makeshift album. It had been nearly morning, by then. He'd made the adjustments to Harry's watch, first. Less than a day ago. Cisco remembers scouring through his phone and all the messy folders on various hard drives, picking which to include and which to leave off. He'd been dry-eyed the whole time, but his heart had ached.
He doesn't speak up until Harry gets to a picture of himself and Jesse, sitting at the bank of computers in the cortex. That had been right after they dealt with King Shark, Cisco's almost positive. It's a rare candid in which Harry is actually smiling, his hair a mess and his glasses sliding dangerously low on his nose. ]
[ When Cisco scoots closer to him, slotting himself right in next to him, Harrison almost immediately pulls a hand away from the laptop, sliding his arm around him and letting his fingers curl against his side. He glances over at him when he speaks, giving him the smallest of half-smiles before turning his attention back towards the screen. That had been . . . well. An exhausting period of time. Adjusting to a new world, getting Jesse reoriented with everything, and tracking a giant shark-man on top of all of that? It had been something else, to say the least. ]
Yeah. [ A beat. ] So do I.
[ He pulls Cisco in a bit closer at that. It's hard to relax — he's not sure he'll even be able to for awhile, if he's being honest with himself. But that pit of regret that had dug into his stomach hours ago on an entirely different universe is finally starting to clear up, at least. ]
[ Cisco is more than happy to come in closer, to drape himself against and on top of Harry while he continues to go through the pictures. What Cisco had suspected about Harry's mood is confirmed by the fact that he doesn't snark about Cisco taking pictures when he didn't realize it, or about the state of the workshop, or anything else. And Cisco doesn't want to interrupt this mood, to rush Harry past it. He'd made a huge decision, coming back here. Anyone would need time to process that - even Harrison Wells.
So Cisco doesn't say anything else for the rest of the album, though that doesn't mean he is entirely silent. He lets out little huffs of laughter or soft hums of recognition for this or that photo. As they are nearing the end of the files, he brings a hand up to the back of Harry's neck, massaging idly - not enough to be distracting, but a little. That way it is easy, when Harry gets to the last photo (one Joe had taken of Cisco, Barry, and Caitlin all laughing hard about some joke Cisco can't even remember), to tug gently at Harry's neck and pull him forward into a kiss. Cisco's eyes slip shut as he moves his mouth against Harry's, slow, careful, and even tender. If there were ever a moment when tenderness was called for, Cisco thinks that this is it. ]
[ He's already setting the laptop to the side — on the table, out of the way — when Cisco starts to tug him in. And for once, though really, for the first time in a long, long time, his mind isn't racing a mile a minute, with intrusive thoughts of evil speedsters and the damage he's done leaking through. Harrison leans in to meet him, and there's a certain rough quality to it — a sort of tiredness mixed in with need, with want.
Harrison seems content to just stay there, taking it all carefully, quietly. After a moment or two, he draws out a long kiss, then dips his head, reaching up to remove his glasses and then set them to the side, with the laptop, before moving back in. As he does so, he gently pushes Cisco back down against the couch cushions, taking his time. Before, he'd either been in a rush or pressed up against one deadline or another as they snuck about in the labs or wherever they'd settled in on that particular day. But now— they had time. More than enough of it, more than he knew what to do with, anyway. They'd figure it out. For now, they could be slow and tender and maybe a bit clumsy and awkward as well. He doesn't really care right now. ]
[ Cisco's powers might not allow him to read other people's minds, but right now, he wouldn't need to even if he could. Whether or not they like to admit it, he and Harry are very similar in a lot of ways. It's easy enough to guess what it is that's making Harry's kiss a little different from any that have come before. They hadn't had time for his, before. Harry had already thinking about his departure when they beat Zoom, and that had gotten in the way of any celebration.
Cisco's not the same as he had been a day ago - ecstatic, bouncy, joy pouring out of him with the force of a volcanic eruption. Yet the joy is still there, muted but deep. He lets Harry push him back, move him wherever he wants him, with a smile curling the corner of his mouth. It's wonderful to be kissed like this - to be the focus of Harry's singular and unhurried attention. ]
Hey, Harry.
[ Cisco doesn't even bother pulling away to speak; he mouths against Harry's lips between kisses. The words are breathless and soft: ]
We won.
[ It bears saying, after all. It bears saying a hundred times at least. ]
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Cisco remembers how late it had been, when he had been putting together this makeshift album. It had been nearly morning, by then. He'd made the adjustments to Harry's watch, first. Less than a day ago. Cisco remembers scouring through his phone and all the messy folders on various hard drives, picking which to include and which to leave off. He'd been dry-eyed the whole time, but his heart had ached.
He doesn't speak up until Harry gets to a picture of himself and Jesse, sitting at the bank of computers in the cortex. That had been right after they dealt with King Shark, Cisco's almost positive. It's a rare candid in which Harry is actually smiling, his hair a mess and his glasses sliding dangerously low on his nose. ]
I really like that one.
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Yeah. [ A beat. ] So do I.
[ He pulls Cisco in a bit closer at that. It's hard to relax — he's not sure he'll even be able to for awhile, if he's being honest with himself. But that pit of regret that had dug into his stomach hours ago on an entirely different universe is finally starting to clear up, at least. ]
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So Cisco doesn't say anything else for the rest of the album, though that doesn't mean he is entirely silent. He lets out little huffs of laughter or soft hums of recognition for this or that photo. As they are nearing the end of the files, he brings a hand up to the back of Harry's neck, massaging idly - not enough to be distracting, but a little. That way it is easy, when Harry gets to the last photo (one Joe had taken of Cisco, Barry, and Caitlin all laughing hard about some joke Cisco can't even remember), to tug gently at Harry's neck and pull him forward into a kiss. Cisco's eyes slip shut as he moves his mouth against Harry's, slow, careful, and even tender. If there were ever a moment when tenderness was called for, Cisco thinks that this is it. ]
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Harrison seems content to just stay there, taking it all carefully, quietly. After a moment or two, he draws out a long kiss, then dips his head, reaching up to remove his glasses and then set them to the side, with the laptop, before moving back in. As he does so, he gently pushes Cisco back down against the couch cushions, taking his time. Before, he'd either been in a rush or pressed up against one deadline or another as they snuck about in the labs or wherever they'd settled in on that particular day. But now— they had time. More than enough of it, more than he knew what to do with, anyway. They'd figure it out. For now, they could be slow and tender and maybe a bit clumsy and awkward as well. He doesn't really care right now. ]
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Cisco's not the same as he had been a day ago - ecstatic, bouncy, joy pouring out of him with the force of a volcanic eruption. Yet the joy is still there, muted but deep. He lets Harry push him back, move him wherever he wants him, with a smile curling the corner of his mouth. It's wonderful to be kissed like this - to be the focus of Harry's singular and unhurried attention. ]
Hey, Harry.
[ Cisco doesn't even bother pulling away to speak; he mouths against Harry's lips between kisses. The words are breathless and soft: ]
We won.
[ It bears saying, after all. It bears saying a hundred times at least. ]