[Cisco's hand presses against his back, warm and supportive, and Eddie lets his eyes fall closed. They still sting, feel gritty with the pressure of needing to cry but not wanting to. It's still weighing on him, heavy, the guilt and the grief and the sense of shame, the crushing feeling of failure - he has a feeling it's going to be there, lurking, for a long time, ready to surface the moment he's not thinking enough. As much as he believes Cisco, as he believes he means what he's saying, this is something that's going to take a long time to pass, he thinks.

For now, he tries to go along with what Cisco is doing, distracting and focusing on the positive, listens to him talking about what he knows about Rip, about what that might mean for him and his future. For their future.]

You're right. He seems like that kind of person. I'm not sure I trust him yet, but...it might mean something good.

[Eddie takes another breath, then shifts against the bed, leans over and rests his head against Cisco's shoulder, swallows hard.]

I could use more good. Getting closer to being able to go home. [A shaky exhalation.] What do you think life would be like? Back home?