[It might be a sign, when Barry whooshes in, that this Harrison Wells is very accustomed to speedster arrivals, because he doesn't even pause in finishing off a formula, only impatiently waves away a loose paper as it brushes his shoulder on the way down. Then he caps the marker and turns.
And accepts the coffee with what could be a smile, a little tight, still genuine.]
Hi.
[He shifts the coffee to his left hand and holds out his right. This is an introduction, after all.]
Harrison Wells. Harrison's fine. ...some people call me Harry. [Not that he's a fan of that, but it feels strange not to give Barry the option.]
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And accepts the coffee with what could be a smile, a little tight, still genuine.]
Hi.
[He shifts the coffee to his left hand and holds out his right. This is an introduction, after all.]
Harrison Wells. Harrison's fine. ...some people call me Harry. [Not that he's a fan of that, but it feels strange not to give Barry the option.]