[ Cisco moves, sits on the couch, too. But he doesn't leave the polite space that he normally would, between Eddie and himself. Sure, it's not like they've never shared the couch before, and when they did, it isn't as if they never touch. Sometimes Cisco stretches out his legs onto Eddie's lap, or that kind of thing. But this is different. Cisco sits as close to Eddie as he can, drapes an arm around his shoulders and just settles in like that, into a kind of permanent half-hug. He just knows, in some instinctual, gut-feeling place, that Eddie needs that right now. ]
How long've you been sitting down here all by yourself?
[ It doesn't matter, Cisco knows, but he wants to ask something, and he hates feeling like Eddie was nearby hurting and he didn't realize.
He squeezes Eddie's shoulders gently, asks again: ]
What happened?
[ Eddie had said why they broke up - in a very abstract and nonspecific way - but not the how, not what brought it on. And Cisco wants to know, partly so he doesn't put his foot in his mouth, and partly because he thinks it's a good idea for Eddie to talk about it rather than just brushing it aside immediately. ]
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How long've you been sitting down here all by yourself?
[ It doesn't matter, Cisco knows, but he wants to ask something, and he hates feeling like Eddie was nearby hurting and he didn't realize.
He squeezes Eddie's shoulders gently, asks again: ]
What happened?
[ Eddie had said why they broke up - in a very abstract and nonspecific way - but not the how, not what brought it on. And Cisco wants to know, partly so he doesn't put his foot in his mouth, and partly because he thinks it's a good idea for Eddie to talk about it rather than just brushing it aside immediately. ]