[ In a twisted sort of way, it's almost comforting to know that he wasn't overreacting. The pit in his stomach hasn't settled, not by far, but the numbness feels like it's starting to give way to something else — anger, it's usually anger with him, but also a touch of fear. He keeps his eyes focused on the table, avoiding any sort of contact so as to not give any part of himself away. Harrison knows it's true, that Thawne can't touch him — one way or another — without massive repercussions.
He still feels like he could use roughly five showers right about now.
As Barry speaks, starting and stopping, Harrison quietly sucks in a bit of air and then exhales deeply, focusing on his breathing to calm himself. He shifts his gaze away from the table after a moment, glancing over in his general direction. He wasn't quite sure why he asked Barry to come over out of everyone else he'd come to know here, why he'd choose to confide this to him of all people. Maybe it was because of their mutual connection to Thawne. It could also be due to his penchant for being the most obnoxious battering ram when it came to Harrison's defenses. Then again, the fact that he was one of the few people he knew he could trust probably factored in along with the rest of that.
And seeing him in an obvious state of distress is . . . well. Jaw set, Harrison stands and steps over towards Barry, reaching out to take his hands into his. It's not a gentle movement — gentle's never really been in his vocabulary — but it's hardly rough either, as he lightly tugs at Barry's hands in an attempt to lower them, to get him to unclench his fists. ]
Barry. Barry. [ The latter a rough whisper, with almost a hint of urgency. ] Hey. Look at me. That's not who you are.
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He still feels like he could use roughly five showers right about now.
As Barry speaks, starting and stopping, Harrison quietly sucks in a bit of air and then exhales deeply, focusing on his breathing to calm himself. He shifts his gaze away from the table after a moment, glancing over in his general direction. He wasn't quite sure why he asked Barry to come over out of everyone else he'd come to know here, why he'd choose to confide this to him of all people. Maybe it was because of their mutual connection to Thawne. It could also be due to his penchant for being the most obnoxious battering ram when it came to Harrison's defenses. Then again, the fact that he was one of the few people he knew he could trust probably factored in along with the rest of that.
And seeing him in an obvious state of distress is . . . well. Jaw set, Harrison stands and steps over towards Barry, reaching out to take his hands into his. It's not a gentle movement — gentle's never really been in his vocabulary — but it's hardly rough either, as he lightly tugs at Barry's hands in an attempt to lower them, to get him to unclench his fists. ]
Barry. Barry. [ The latter a rough whisper, with almost a hint of urgency. ] Hey. Look at me. That's not who you are.