[ Which is as much of a confession as anything. It's about all he'll say on the matter, though he's said more than he really should at this point. He gives Cisco another side-long look, listening quietly. Harrison waits until he finishes before speaking. ]
Probably. Though they'd have better reasons to do it.
[ He gives him a faint smirk at that poor attempt at levity. It's all another distraction, though. Harrison would like to say he's a better person these days, but he's not good enough to offer himself up to him as an ear. Advice was never his strongest suit, beyond cautionary tales and coping mechanisms. His blood still boils at the thought of Thawne parading around S.T.A.R. Labs with his face and Allen, Snow, and Ramon all wound around his little finger, only for him to stab them in the back without any remorse. Or, in Cisco's case, break his heart in more ways than one.
Harrison can feel his fingers curl against the counter more, knuckles turning white with a clenched sort of rage, and he shakes his head slowly. ]
. . . I don't suppose "writing it down in a journal" would be too helpful, would it.
[ When Harry says there would be other reasons to think he was crazy than talking about time travel, Cisco rolls his eyes and manages a tiny smile. It's good, though. The attempt at humor, even if it isn't exactly Harry's best joke. It reminds Cisco, in a roundabout way, that there is more to him than this. Sure, everything with Eobard had changed him, and it's a part of him, but it's not all of him. And even if it all is looming large today, that doesn't mean it will tomorrow, or the day after.
His instincts are still telling him that once he can, he should go back to ignoring it all, pretending it didn't happen, trying to will himself to forget about it. But if he's reacting this intensely, after a year, it would seem that that strategy isn't exactly working. He is a few seconds from dismissing the journal idea out of hand, but he stops himself and actually considers. Apart from feeling a little silly about it, there's no real downside. If he didn't like it, he could always just stop. There would be no reason to lie, if he were only writing it down for himself. He could include all the parts that are too awful even to tell Harry, and he wouldn't need to worry about anyone's opinion of him changing. So long as he kept it safe. ]
Maybe. If I wrote it in code...
[ Cisco scrubs a hand over his face, trying to chase away the cobwebs. But of course, that could only do so much when they were still sitting here together, in this lab, which feels too full of memories. Abruptly, he gets to his feet. ]
You ever been to Midway before? I hear the zoo's pretty rad.
[ Harrison glances over at him, giving him a half-smile at the mention of writing it in code. The journal idea had been one he'd tossed out as a last ditch sort of thing, trying to offer any sort of solution at this point. The idea of it actually being viable was a bit heartening.
He then raises an eyebrow before shaking his head. ]
No. Not here, anyway. On my Earth, yeah — there's not much there. Not even a zoo.
[ He pushes himself off the counter and then dusts himself off before turning his attention back towards Cisco. ]
We start now, how long would it take to get there?
If we start now? Probably... about four hours, maybe three and a half. We could make it in time for dinner. [ Cisco's mouth quirks into a little smile. It's small, and lopsided, but it's something. ] We could go somewhere fancy.
[ He knows, of course, that whether they're in Midway or in Central City, 'somewhere fancy' isn't really Harry's idea of a good time. Which is why he's teasing him about it - trying to show that he's okay, that he hasn't totally lost his sense of humor and ability to make a (cute) nuisance of himself. ]
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[ Which is as much of a confession as anything. It's about all he'll say on the matter, though he's said more than he really should at this point. He gives Cisco another side-long look, listening quietly. Harrison waits until he finishes before speaking. ]
Probably. Though they'd have better reasons to do it.
[ He gives him a faint smirk at that poor attempt at levity. It's all another distraction, though. Harrison would like to say he's a better person these days, but he's not good enough to offer himself up to him as an ear. Advice was never his strongest suit, beyond cautionary tales and coping mechanisms. His blood still boils at the thought of Thawne parading around S.T.A.R. Labs with his face and Allen, Snow, and Ramon all wound around his little finger, only for him to stab them in the back without any remorse. Or, in Cisco's case, break his heart in more ways than one.
Harrison can feel his fingers curl against the counter more, knuckles turning white with a clenched sort of rage, and he shakes his head slowly. ]
. . . I don't suppose "writing it down in a journal" would be too helpful, would it.
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His instincts are still telling him that once he can, he should go back to ignoring it all, pretending it didn't happen, trying to will himself to forget about it. But if he's reacting this intensely, after a year, it would seem that that strategy isn't exactly working. He is a few seconds from dismissing the journal idea out of hand, but he stops himself and actually considers. Apart from feeling a little silly about it, there's no real downside. If he didn't like it, he could always just stop. There would be no reason to lie, if he were only writing it down for himself. He could include all the parts that are too awful even to tell Harry, and he wouldn't need to worry about anyone's opinion of him changing. So long as he kept it safe. ]
Maybe. If I wrote it in code...
[ Cisco scrubs a hand over his face, trying to chase away the cobwebs. But of course, that could only do so much when they were still sitting here together, in this lab, which feels too full of memories. Abruptly, he gets to his feet. ]
You ever been to Midway before? I hear the zoo's pretty rad.
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He then raises an eyebrow before shaking his head. ]
No. Not here, anyway. On my Earth, yeah — there's not much there. Not even a zoo.
[ He pushes himself off the counter and then dusts himself off before turning his attention back towards Cisco. ]
We start now, how long would it take to get there?
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[ He knows, of course, that whether they're in Midway or in Central City, 'somewhere fancy' isn't really Harry's idea of a good time. Which is why he's teasing him about it - trying to show that he's okay, that he hasn't totally lost his sense of humor and ability to make a (cute) nuisance of himself. ]