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[Yeah, sometimes even the people who know him don't follow every detail, and he's only half-talking to explain to Will, half just...finding his own way through it again. Because it's a lot, it's so much, and he's gone over the event enough times just the way he'd actually lived it, without having this, this alternate reality to consider.

And that's the question. Harrison lifts another forkful, then sets it back down on the plate, sets the plate on the table, folds his arms over the back of the chair.]

No one went down there. [He takes a breath, lets it out.] I didn't let anyone. Go down there. Instead I shut everything down and vented the dark matter eruption through a...a neighboring building. [A neighboring institute for the criminally insane, but who's counting?] It didn't go up and out, none of my staff were affected, and in doing that, I created Central City's greatest threat. But my staff was more important. In the moment.

[Will might count that, considering he spent time in one and all. Perhaps it's best that goes unsaid...

Setting his fork down for the moment, Will leans back in the chair and takes a moment to consider. Perhaps Harrison recognizes the look. At ease bodily but with a mind working overtime. Not unlike a clock, so constant and steady on the outside while the inside is moving, always, never at rest.]

But the Flash was created from this same event, is that right?

[So he created the City's greatest threat and it's greatest defender, if Will is putting the pieces together properly. The greatest defender wasn't Harrison, however. What first sounded like a mix of envy and hero worship is quickly turning into guilt and shame. Those gears continue to turn as the profile on Harrison Wells (Doctor) receives edits and grows.]

[Oh yeah, he recognizes that look. He gets it himself sometimes, he's seen it on several talented people he's worked with. It's a reassuring look. Puts him a little more at ease.]

As it turns out, the Flash and Zoom were one and the same. On my Earth. Jay—no. Not Jay. Hunter wanted to build up the city's hopes so he could dash them even harder. But he still did some good for the citizens, actual heroics while he was only pretending to be their hero. ...he was a friend.

[So in the end, Central City's greatest defender might in fact be Harrison Wells.]

[Truth be told, he's not sure he's getting the full picture. Maybe he can't. Maybe it would take a lot more explanation. But if he considers it more like serial killers, well. The odd superpowered names aren't so difficult. It's just...Flash is a hero, Harrison has made that clear. So then that must mean this Zoom isn't a hero, yes? Pretending to be something he wasn't only to ruin things further. A friendship that might have been real, might have been a lie. That part makes total sense in the most personal way possible.]

S'way it goes, isn't it? [He snags up the glass to finish it off. This is why liquor was invented. Obviously.] Never a stranger. Always someone you trust.

[...hm.]

Trusted.

[Better.]

[Someday, they'll sit down and Harrison will tell Will the entire tale from beginning to end. They'll make a night of it. It'll be fun. Sure.

But he's picking up enough. The specifics don't matter, not really. What matters is the universal things, trust and betrayal and evil and the strong hurting innocents for amusement.]

Yeah. It is. ...how's the lasagna?

[Two dads having a beer and swapping stories of betrayal sounds dangerously close to normalcy. Will would be down with it. Everyone could use a bit of normal, in this world or any other.

Will looks down at the question, makes a mild show of sticking another forkful, and answers after the proper chewing and swallowing.]

It's great. [His smile is genuine. Really, homemade food has a certain flavor. A certain appeal. Free homemade food he didn't prepare himself? It's always somehow The Best.] I'll have to start coming around more often to make sure the lasagna quality stays great.

[Definitely just for that. Yep. Totally believable.]

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