[ He glances down at Cisco's hand, wincing only slightly, more at the expectation of pain from his bruises than at actually being hurt, then glances back up at him as he moves in. It's one thing to not need to pretend and another thing entirely to actually open himself up and be vulnerable like that. He's not quite sure he can do it.
So instead, he licks at his lips, contemplating what to say exactly all while still keeping some air of neutrality and togetherness about him. ]
I . . . thought I'd distract myself. Somehow.
[ It's the truth, for once. Instead of burying himself in his guilt, he could press forward with research and keep looking to the future. There wasn't any point in dwelling on the past, he knows that much. He lets go of Cisco's hand so he can draw both of his up to his face, resting them at the side, fingers threading through his hair slowly. ]
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So instead, he licks at his lips, contemplating what to say exactly all while still keeping some air of neutrality and togetherness about him. ]
I . . . thought I'd distract myself. Somehow.
[ It's the truth, for once. Instead of burying himself in his guilt, he could press forward with research and keep looking to the future. There wasn't any point in dwelling on the past, he knows that much. He lets go of Cisco's hand so he can draw both of his up to his face, resting them at the side, fingers threading through his hair slowly. ]
I didn't think you were still here.