[That's a higher-caliber dad joke than Harrison is usually capable of, it must be Will's winning influence. Harrison's plating isn't professional-grade, but he does prefer neatness, the squares are tidy, there isn't sauce leaking everywhere. All it really needs is a little arc of balsamic glaze on the other side of the plate.

But then that might have gotten in the way of them being uncouth assholes together, since that's about what Harrison is doing too, in between contemplating the lasagna as if it can answer Will's question for him.]

I think. It might be. Yeah. The combination. He, the Flash, he made the right decisions. He tried to prevent the dark matter explosion by going down there himself. He got himself caught in it, he became a metahuman, he became a hero. And he opened STAR Labs to other metahumans. He helped them. He was a hero to them too. I... [He shakes his head, stares at a bite of lasagna, eats it.] That wasn't me. And I. Wish. It had been. That's all.