[while he may have told harrison that he'd only be a couple of hours, it's more than double that before he finally makes his way to the lab. he'd considered stopping outside and walking in, unsure of whether or not this harrison wells is aware of what happened to him. but the idea of having to hide a part of himself that he has no reason to here, least of all around someone he's hoping to (re)build a friendship with, doesn't sit well with him.
so when he turns up, it's in a blur of color and a rush of air. but any greeting he has to give gets caught in his throat the moment he catches sight of the other man standing in front of the white board.
standing.
huh.
decked out in a star labs sweater and pants, barry forces his attention towards the board instead, squinting at the numbers with an obvious lack of understanding.]
Oh right. I got you this. ["this" being one of the two cups of coffee he's holding, fresh from the cafe caitlin had introduced him to] Hi.
[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.]
[shaking the offered hand is automatic, though there's an amused look at the names he gives. this isn't the same man he'd met when he'd woken up from his coma, and he knows that. but between the shared face and the shared name, he can at least understand why people had opted to use a nickname instead.]
Harrison it is. [because despite all that, it's the name that's clearly favored. and besides, it's not as though barry's spent long enough with his own world's harrison wells to really have that big of a problem with it.]
So I guess I should be asking you...what do I need to know?
[That's an easy thing to let Barry believe, that the only reason he'd needed a nickname was to tell him apart from the other one. Eventually (probably, hopefully, maybe) they'll be able to explain that a little more. They'll have to.
Instead of answering right away, Harrison turns and walks back toward the white board, and just erases half the equations he'd just finished. They're only theories. And he needs the space. Because apparently, Multiverse 101 is another class he gets to teach right now.]
The real question is what can you know, let's start here. [A quick few circles later—Earth-1, Earth-2, and one labeled Eudio—and he has a diagram of the multiverse. Sort of. An absurdly simplified diagram of the known multiverse, go with that. He uses the capped marker to tap each circle.]
You're from here. I'm from here. And now you and I are both here. The number of worlds in the multiverse is incalculable but most of the time they're isolated from each other, an event on your Earth breached the space-time barrier between your world and mine and. We met. The problem. We have. Is the timeline.
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so when he turns up, it's in a blur of color and a rush of air. but any greeting he has to give gets caught in his throat the moment he catches sight of the other man standing in front of the white board.
standing.
huh.
decked out in a star labs sweater and pants, barry forces his attention towards the board instead, squinting at the numbers with an obvious lack of understanding.]
Oh right. I got you this. ["this" being one of the two cups of coffee he's holding, fresh from the cafe caitlin had introduced him to] Hi.
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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.]
no subject
Harrison it is. [because despite all that, it's the name that's clearly favored. and besides, it's not as though barry's spent long enough with his own world's harrison wells to really have that big of a problem with it.]
So I guess I should be asking you...what do I need to know?
no subject
Instead of answering right away, Harrison turns and walks back toward the white board, and just erases half the equations he'd just finished. They're only theories. And he needs the space. Because apparently, Multiverse 101 is another class he gets to teach right now.]
The real question is what can you know, let's start here. [A quick few circles later—Earth-1, Earth-2, and one labeled Eudio—and he has a diagram of the multiverse. Sort of. An absurdly simplified diagram of the known multiverse, go with that. He uses the capped marker to tap each circle.]
You're from here. I'm from here. And now you and I are both here. The number of worlds in the multiverse is incalculable but most of the time they're isolated from each other, an event on your Earth breached the space-time barrier between your world and mine and. We met. The problem. We have. Is the timeline.