There was that eyebrow again, slowly rising upwards. That's what Gabe thought this was about? Perhaps he was giving the boy too much credit. He was sly, sure, but sneaking in a surprise attack didn't make someone smart. Memory said Gabe was smart, smart enough to be as vital to the team as Cisco and Caitlin. But if in seeing the truth, he assumed Harrison didn't want to move forward, perhaps he wasn't all that smart after all.

"That's where you're wrong, Gabe. I not only want to move forward, but I need to move forward. If you're not smart enough to see that..." He raised his free hand, fingers straight and held tight together. And it blurred, with the sound of rapid vibration. "I don't need your help. So you have one last chance to convince me to not kill you right here."

His hand lowered toward Gabe's chest. Despite the cold appearance of his face, there was no masking the burning hatred coming off of him. Searing, violent anger at the one who could ruin everything. Someone who had delayed him for an unknown amount of time, throwing all of his carefully laid plans off track.