[ Cisco definitely gets it. As far as he's concerned, a hug is worth a thousand words. He wraps his arms around Arya (he is reminded that she really is alarmingly small, in moments like this), hugging her back for as long as she likes. He wishes he could do more; bring Sansa back right now to ease her worry, give her promises that he could bring them all unharmed to Central City, undo everything bad that had ever happened to her and her family. But he doesn't have that kind of power. No one does.
So instead he hugs her, and when she finally pulls away, he goes back to eating ice cream with her, telling her stories about cool things in Central City she may get a chance to see someday - the skyscrapers, the restaurants, the ice skating rink they put in the park in the winters, the parades and all the rest of it. He keeps it all in the conditional tense, all maybes. But he wants to fill her head with thoughts of happy possibilities, to crowd out her fear for Sansa for at least a little while. ]
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So instead he hugs her, and when she finally pulls away, he goes back to eating ice cream with her, telling her stories about cool things in Central City she may get a chance to see someday - the skyscrapers, the restaurants, the ice skating rink they put in the park in the winters, the parades and all the rest of it. He keeps it all in the conditional tense, all maybes. But he wants to fill her head with thoughts of happy possibilities, to crowd out her fear for Sansa for at least a little while. ]