MoM: IC Inbox

[harrisonwells]

"This is Dr. Harrison Wells. Leave a message. A relevant message."
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[infomodder]

[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.]

[harrisonwells]

[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?

[infomodder]

[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.]