[It's beyond a relief when Cisco sits down that close to him, with his side pressed up against him, warm and solid, and then drapes an arm around his shoulders. Eddie slides down in the couch a little so he can rest against Cisco, bringing one knee up again and sliding his other arm around it, licking his lips.]

I don't know. He left a while ago. I...can't remember.

[There's still a movie paused on the TV screen. Eddie glances up at it and his throat feels suddenly tight, his stomach tense, and there's a surge of self-pity that he absolutely despises feeling, but he can't make it go away.]

I just...I dunno. I thought I'd talk to him about what this is...was. Was. What our relationship was. And you were right, he didn't think it was serious, he wouldn't have stayed here with me, and I'm just...so tired. Of not being a priority. Which is stupid and selfish, but it's true.