[ There's a reason Cisco tried to give Eddie his out via text rather than in person. Easier to type I promise I'll be okay than to actually hide how much his heart is breaking at the thought of losing Eddie. He's not a good enough liar for that - not if someone's actually paying attention.
When Eddie draws him into an immediate hug, Cisco has to swallow against a tightening in his throat, eyes feeling hot all over again. He buries his face against Eddie's chest, wraps his arms tightly around him. When Eddie says he's sorry, Cisco rubs a hand up and down his back, soothing. Eddie had said he was tired and scared and sad and guilty; Cisco doesn't want that. ]
Nothing to be sorry for.
[ But most of that probably isn't about him, of course. Why would it be? Cisco speaks, voice muffled somewhat: ]
What about you? You said you're texting her, right? How's she taking it? Tell me how I can help. I- you said you were tired so I brought coffee. What else?
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When Eddie draws him into an immediate hug, Cisco has to swallow against a tightening in his throat, eyes feeling hot all over again. He buries his face against Eddie's chest, wraps his arms tightly around him. When Eddie says he's sorry, Cisco rubs a hand up and down his back, soothing. Eddie had said he was tired and scared and sad and guilty; Cisco doesn't want that. ]
Nothing to be sorry for.
[ But most of that probably isn't about him, of course. Why would it be? Cisco speaks, voice muffled somewhat: ]
What about you? You said you're texting her, right? How's she taking it? Tell me how I can help. I- you said you were tired so I brought coffee. What else?