He hums a noncommittal noise that's not quite either agreement or disagreement, just...existing. It is what it is, and apparently there's just something about having that face that makes a person a little more deplorable, whatever the varied level it may take on one versus another. He likes Harry, sometimes, but he can't deny the guy's made some seriously terrible decisions. And Thawne, well...Cisco never much wants to talk about him at all, for obvious reasons.

It's a little ridiculous the way that nickname makes him smile like an idiot these days when there was a time when it did nothing more than annoy the hell out of him. He enjoys the cuddly actions, though, and sighs in something bordering on contentment, if not quite. "I wish I had half the faith in myself you seem to have in me." He doesn't say it out of pity or anything, but a genuine statement. That's been a downfall of his for a long time, with the only thing he had any real confidence in being his job. The manifestation of his powers had just been a sudden reminder of how out of his depth he can get. "But I think you're right...at least, that we can do anything, together."