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Cisco needs Harry to pretend to be his boyfriend for reasons.
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In love with the characterization and all the metaphors!! Some very stunning introspection and dialogue.
'Cisco’s pulse had clicked over like a clock restarting when he’d seen Julian for what seemed to him like the first time: rising from behind a desk, broad shoulders flexing under a tight denim dress shirt, not the build Cisco was used to associating with teachers, even teachers of theoretical subjects. He reached across the desk to shake Cisco’s hand and eclipsed Cisco’s boring world like a galactic event.
For a time, Julian was the best thing to ever happen to him.
...He was gonna have to con Harry.''“I’m gonna make him be my fake boyfriend so my family doesn’t stop talking to me. They think I have this thing about older men because of one bad situation and it’s a really long story and Dante is an asshole who kind of inferred I nearly ran away with Harry. The End. Now go away so that when Harry kills me dead there are no witnesses. You need him to keep you in check and he can‘t do that if he‘s on trial for murder.”
Barry stared at Cisco without blinking for five seconds, then knocked Cisco’s hair into his face with a gust of flash-fueled air as he ran in the other direction. His laughter echoed down the hall on a delay like the sonic boom following a jet.''She slid a knife out of the cutting block and tapped it against the rind. “You know you are not the first older man in Francisco’s life?”
Cisco put a hand over his eyes. He should have brought ibuprofen along.
“So he’s told me,” Harry said flatly.
Cisco heard his mother cut into the watermelon. Harry made a noise in his throat, like the baby of a cousin of a friend of a scream.
“So you also know the other man was his teacher---his mentor. My friend.”
“Mai,” Cisco said.
Nydia sawed into the melon. She blinked sweetly as the muscles in her arm flexed.
“I know that Cisco was younger then,” Harry said roughly. “I know that Cisco is my peer and he’s---exceptional. I know that I value him infinitely more than Werner ever did.”
Cisco swung a look at Harry. He had never mentioned that name to anyone but family.
“I know that if Werner and I ever came face to face, I’d find a way to tear him down without even lifting a finger. I’ve considered doing it anyway. I also know that I’m still here when there is every reason not to be and that is because of your son. I’m not that man.”''A familiar recklessness rose up in Cisco, the kind that had gotten Cisco kicked out of three elementary schools. He was still half-convinced that given the opportunity he could reach inside another person and scoop the bad out as easily as pulling out handfuls of rotten pumpkin seeds. She looked at him again: a flat mean playground bully stare.
Cisco beamed sunshine at her and before common sense could kick in, he turned. Reaching up with both hands, he grabbed Harry by the back of the head to drag him down into a hard kiss that knocked their front teeth together. Harry responded instantly, and it was a little bit like getting into a high-speed car accident, like slamming through a wall. Cisco would be picking the glass out of his skin for weeks.''“Tonight reminded me of the street dances when you were little,” Nydia said.
Cisco looked at her. The wind tugged strands of hair free from her braid. On some level he’d always felt connected to her. She’d hurt him worse than Julian.
“Do you remember?” Cisco remembered. The music, the bright lights, the laughter. “You were only seven but you would stay up late and sneak out. I got quite a few gray hairs that summer, thanks to you. I’d find you asleep in the tree. We gave up eventually and took you to get it out of your system, but you never grew out of it. We started dancing again thanks to you.” She turned to him and there were tears in her eyes and it was like being stung in the throat by a bee. “The music was in your heart, Francisco, not your hands. I’m so sorry I forgot that.”
Cisco paused just before patting her shoulder. He didn’t quite manage to make contact.''The universe didn’t seem to give two craps about Cisco Ramon’s heart-pain for Earth Two’s Harrison Wells.
It was like being let off the hook. There was no fallout.''He focused on his hands, made them corporeal. She fought him. He could feel her desperation. Taste it. Her terror ripped its own hole in him. Elbows and nails and old scars. Fresh stinky fear.
“It’s taking too long,” Cisco heard Barry say, a universe away. “Shut it down.”
The girl scratched his face and blood splattered somewhere on Jupiter because he thought pain, thought blood, thought red and saw Jupiter’s Red Spot.''Cisco opened his eyes when Harry set his glasses down next to Cisco’s cereal bowl with a click, the period at the end of a strong sentence. The black frames returned Cisco’s stare. Deliberate and provoking.'
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