[When Cisco says that he doesn't want to go home, Eddie's head jerks up and he stares at him, pale eyes a little wide. That's...definitely not something he'd been expecting. Cisco had always seemed so in his element at STAR Labs, so comfortable and happy in his role on Team Flash, Eddie had just assumed he'd want to go back to it. That he'd want to be in the place he came from, his home, where he belonged.
But after a moment, it makes a bit of sense. They keep saying that people only come here when they feel displaced, like they don't belong. So something must have been making Cisco feel that way. Eddie's just surprised that feeling was strong enough that Cisco doesn't want to go back.
Cisco's fingers are gentle in his hair, and then the side of his head presses against Eddie's head, and he can feel the warm brush of Cisco's long hair against his cheek. Swallowing hard, Eddie leans a bit to the side, relaxing a bit into the solid warmth of Cisco's body, the slightly surprising strength of his arm. And he listens, quietly, to Cisco's voice as he explains his history with his parents and family, that he'd never felt like the priority, and Eddie can see that, a little, in how Cisco asks. How eager to please he'd been around the Labs. How much he'd wanted a father figure in the form of Harrison Wells.
Shifting a bit, Eddie snakes an arm around Cisco's waist and exhales softly. He can smell Cisco's hair, can feel the warmth of him, and it's good, it makes some of the empty loneliness recede.]
Well, I don't know about me, and what I deserve. But I definitely know that you're right, and that's not how you should've been treated. You're a genius, and you're always saving the world, protecting your friends. They should be proud of you.
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[When Cisco says that he doesn't want to go home, Eddie's head jerks up and he stares at him, pale eyes a little wide. That's...definitely not something he'd been expecting. Cisco had always seemed so in his element at STAR Labs, so comfortable and happy in his role on Team Flash, Eddie had just assumed he'd want to go back to it. That he'd want to be in the place he came from, his home, where he belonged.
But after a moment, it makes a bit of sense. They keep saying that people only come here when they feel displaced, like they don't belong. So something must have been making Cisco feel that way. Eddie's just surprised that feeling was strong enough that Cisco doesn't want to go back.
Cisco's fingers are gentle in his hair, and then the side of his head presses against Eddie's head, and he can feel the warm brush of Cisco's long hair against his cheek. Swallowing hard, Eddie leans a bit to the side, relaxing a bit into the solid warmth of Cisco's body, the slightly surprising strength of his arm. And he listens, quietly, to Cisco's voice as he explains his history with his parents and family, that he'd never felt like the priority, and Eddie can see that, a little, in how Cisco asks. How eager to please he'd been around the Labs. How much he'd wanted a father figure in the form of Harrison Wells.
Shifting a bit, Eddie snakes an arm around Cisco's waist and exhales softly. He can smell Cisco's hair, can feel the warmth of him, and it's good, it makes some of the empty loneliness recede.]
Well, I don't know about me, and what I deserve. But I definitely know that you're right, and that's not how you should've been treated. You're a genius, and you're always saving the world, protecting your friends. They should be proud of you.