[ Cisco listens quietly; he can hear the way Eddie is tearing the words out of himself. Cisco isn't aware a lot of the time, how polished Eddie's surfaces are, how refined the way he presents himself. But now, seeing him like this, tense and holding back tears, the difference is startling. He is not so much a man as a raw nerve, and Cisco is silent. When Eddie is finally quiet for long enough that Cisco is sure he won't be interrupting, he starts to speak. The energy and slight humor from earlier, when he was listing Eddie's good traits, is gone. Now, he just speaks softly, almost tenderly. ]

I guess I just don't see the distinction, between the things you do, and who you are. Like - okay, not the teeth. Maybe not even the cop stuff. But... I don't know, to me, your... your kindness? Your bravery, your sense of right and wrong, your goodness? That is who you are.

[ Cisco reaches over with his free hand, covering Eddie's hand with his, stopping that restless scratching. He keeps holding on, smoothing his thumb against the back of Eddie's hand, trying to catch his eyes as he says: ]

Anybody who thinks you're not interesting isn't very good at paying attention. And anybody who doesn't realize you're unique is an idiot. You just- you just can't see it. But I do.