pxperhearts:
“Hey, dad, what do you think of—” Jesse looked up to see her father’s face planted into his desk and stopped mid-sentence, her notebook coming up to her chest and a frown creasing her lips.
She glanced around like there might be an explanation for his current state. No frustrating equations in sight, at least. “Shouuuld…I come back later?” Jesse wouldn’t put it past her dad to actually be napping at his desk, but that didn’t seem to be the case here. Whatever it was, her plans for them to be a more efficient superhero daughter dad duo could wait.
Oh, damn! That’s what he was forgetting-
“Jesse, right-” Harry lifts his head up too quickly, and his head spins before he can finally focus on his daughter. The therapy with Cisco has knit his head back together well enough that he can remember most of the old stuff, but new material is always slipping through the cracks. Like plans with his daughter, and quarterly finance meetings. He clears his throat, glancing at her briefly before trying to cover his absent-mindedness by making his hands busy.
“No, it’s fine - you’re here to - Right. I just.” Forgot. But the word lodges in his throat, no matter how many times he’s had to say it before. He clears it out again, unable to look at his daughter. She’d come about the team, after she let him back in once they’d settled things down. They’ve been working on team logistics together. Tech, even if he has to struggle with some of the concepts again. It tugs a little smile up at the corners of his lips when he remembers, finally. “The team. Right.”
He nods to her notebook, hands finally settling so that he can gesture for her to continue whatever she was going to say. “Lay it on me, Quick.”
