[ The fact that Eddie's able to laugh, able to joke about it like that, is a good sign. Even if it's hard for him right now, an effort rather than something that comes naturally. Cisco's not sure it's right, and he's not sure it's the healthiest, but he's found in his own life that there's some merit in faking it until he actually feels it. Didn't always work - and sometimes it became a crutch that helped him avoid problems that needed dealing with. But at other times, it kept him going when little else did. ]
Doesn't have to be after a while, far as I'm concerned.
[ Which... is a pretty big thing to say, actually. But they lead such lives of strange disproportion. Saying you'd be willing to move in with a guy after only dating him a little over a couple months is really not all that drastic, when your life involves death and resurrection and screwed up timelines and erased timelines and monsters and singularities. Hard to worry about going too fast, in a relationship, when everything else is turned up to 11. ]
I am all about the dim sum. That's the first place we should go. I'll get all dressed up any everything.
[ He squeezes Eddie's hand back, then keeps tight hold of it. Cisco doesn't know what to say to his thanks - you're welcome seems wrong, but so does dismissing it. In the end he opts for silence, and another kiss to Eddie's temple, letting the stroking of his thumb against the back of Eddie's hand speak for him.]
[The ability to laugh - it surprises him too. He doesn't feel like he should be capable, feels a little guilty for it, when he should be feeling guilty. But Eddie doesn't like to feel bad, and moving past it is preferable, even if it takes a bit of forced humour. Thankfully, Cisco lets him, teases him back, and then follows up with a comment that makes him feel better in such a genuine way.]
Yeah? I'd like that.
[And he would, he realizes. They don't live together here, but they spend so many nights together that it feels strange when Cisco isn't with him in bed. Cisco's things litter his apartment and he has things at Cisco's place too, their lives have intermingled in a comfortable way even while they do their own thing. It's nice, to think that it would carry on if they went back home, that the relationship wouldn't be demoted to something smaller.
When Cisco says he's all about dim sum, Eddie smiles a little and nods.]
Awesome. [A pause, and an exhalation.] There's a dim sum place here. I go there a lot, but it's really not the same as Mama Chow's. There's something about the cooking there that's just...well. It's home, I guess. I'm used to it. It's my favourite. I can't wait to take you there.
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[ The fact that Eddie's able to laugh, able to joke about it like that, is a good sign. Even if it's hard for him right now, an effort rather than something that comes naturally. Cisco's not sure it's right, and he's not sure it's the healthiest, but he's found in his own life that there's some merit in faking it until he actually feels it. Didn't always work - and sometimes it became a crutch that helped him avoid problems that needed dealing with. But at other times, it kept him going when little else did. ]
Doesn't have to be after a while, far as I'm concerned.
[ Which... is a pretty big thing to say, actually. But they lead such lives of strange disproportion. Saying you'd be willing to move in with a guy after only dating him a little over a couple months is really not all that drastic, when your life involves death and resurrection and screwed up timelines and erased timelines and monsters and singularities. Hard to worry about going too fast, in a relationship, when everything else is turned up to 11. ]
I am all about the dim sum. That's the first place we should go. I'll get all dressed up any everything.
[ He squeezes Eddie's hand back, then keeps tight hold of it. Cisco doesn't know what to say to his thanks - you're welcome seems wrong, but so does dismissing it. In the end he opts for silence, and another kiss to Eddie's temple, letting the stroking of his thumb against the back of Eddie's hand speak for him.]
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Yeah? I'd like that.
[And he would, he realizes. They don't live together here, but they spend so many nights together that it feels strange when Cisco isn't with him in bed. Cisco's things litter his apartment and he has things at Cisco's place too, their lives have intermingled in a comfortable way even while they do their own thing. It's nice, to think that it would carry on if they went back home, that the relationship wouldn't be demoted to something smaller.
When Cisco says he's all about dim sum, Eddie smiles a little and nods.]
Awesome. [A pause, and an exhalation.] There's a dim sum place here. I go there a lot, but it's really not the same as Mama Chow's. There's something about the cooking there that's just...well. It's home, I guess. I'm used to it. It's my favourite. I can't wait to take you there.