[ Harrison starts when Barry pulls him in for a hug. It's not that he's averse to it or any sort of physical contact for that matter. He's not, not really. He'd pushed Cisco away when he knew he was fishing for vision fodder and he'd purposely isolated himself to stay on task. But things had changed over the past few months.
He's tense at first, but it lasts for only a few seconds before he relaxes and instinctively lifts his other arm, wrapping it around him and resting a hand on his lower back lightly. ]
Yeah. [ A pause. ] Me too.
[ There's a lot to be sorry for these days and plenty of guilt to pass around. ]
[ He isn't really surprised by this kind of thing anymore. Harry relaxes, falls into the comforting gesture after only a few uncertain seconds, and it makes sense — because Harry isn't the Dr. Wells he'd been used to, terse and abrasive. Not really. He's a father, and he isn't a stranger to this.
The tension's only just started to bleed from Barry's shoulders when he pulls back, dragging a hand over his mouth in a restless gesture that does more to draw attention to his guarded expression than disguise it. His other hand slides back into one pocket, too, but he doesn't do reserved very well. The restless energy gives away his concern, open and vulnerable. ]
You don't have to do any of it on your own, either. You know that, right?
[ His voice goes a little pitchy on the question, skeptical and insistent, brows pinching together in worry. He isn't just talking about Eobard. Harry's gotten better about accepting their help back home, but it still feels precarious. ]
[ He shifts a hand up to Barry's shoulder, keeping it there even as he pulls back, just shifting his positioning along with him. It's an easy gesture, like he's always done it, like he hasn't been withdrawn from all of them in the majority of his time on Earth-1.
Harrison gives him a half-smirk at that, tilting his head to one side. ]
Why do you think I messaged you?
[ He hadn't outright asked Barry to come, but the result was still the same. It was a start. And . . . it wasn't bad. ]
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because it wasn't a 2am sleeptag ofc
He's tense at first, but it lasts for only a few seconds before he relaxes and instinctively lifts his other arm, wrapping it around him and resting a hand on his lower back lightly. ]
Yeah. [ A pause. ] Me too.
[ There's a lot to be sorry for these days and plenty of guilt to pass around. ]
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The tension's only just started to bleed from Barry's shoulders when he pulls back, dragging a hand over his mouth in a restless gesture that does more to draw attention to his guarded expression than disguise it. His other hand slides back into one pocket, too, but he doesn't do reserved very well. The restless energy gives away his concern, open and vulnerable. ]
You don't have to do any of it on your own, either. You know that, right?
[ His voice goes a little pitchy on the question, skeptical and insistent, brows pinching together in worry. He isn't just talking about Eobard. Harry's gotten better about accepting their help back home, but it still feels precarious. ]
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Harrison gives him a half-smirk at that, tilting his head to one side. ]
Why do you think I messaged you?
[ He hadn't outright asked Barry to come, but the result was still the same. It was a start. And . . . it wasn't bad. ]