[ Cisco is smiling softly as he says it, because he can see it in Eddie's body language, hear it in his voice, that he is not recoiling from the thought, the same way he had done himself. But that, Cisco understands now, had been a very specific set of circumstances. It doesn't have to be like that for Eddie. He won't let it be like that for Eddie. As Cisco rolls his chair a little closer and sets his hand against Eddie's forearm, he feels a fierce protectiveness rising up in him. ]
Don't look now, but it seems like that daydream might be coming true.
[ And there are things he could do, to help usher that dream into reality, if Eddie is still interested. He had helped shape Barry into the Flash, after all. The superspeed helped, of course, but there had also been a process behind it. A costume, a name, a foundation of support. He could be that, for Eddie. Here, in this place.
But he's getting ahead of himself. He listens to Eddie's story, reaching out at one point to steal just one of the tiny carrots, absent-minded. It gives him something to fiddle with and nibble on, while Eddie talks. When there's a pause, Cisco observes: ]
Sounds like maybe you were feeling like... it was almost inevitable, one of them killing the other, and you were feeling like you wanted to stop that. Get in the way of sort of- the inexorable?
[ It's a stab in the dark, just a guess at what might have been the particular emotional trigger, if there were one at all. But Cisco doesn't want to linger too long, there. Instead, he prompts gently: ]
What did it feel like? Could you feel - was it more like pulling energy out from your body, or maybe gathering something together out of the air and changing it into something solid? Or maybe it happened too fast to tell - that's okay, too.
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[ Cisco is smiling softly as he says it, because he can see it in Eddie's body language, hear it in his voice, that he is not recoiling from the thought, the same way he had done himself. But that, Cisco understands now, had been a very specific set of circumstances. It doesn't have to be like that for Eddie. He won't let it be like that for Eddie. As Cisco rolls his chair a little closer and sets his hand against Eddie's forearm, he feels a fierce protectiveness rising up in him. ]
Don't look now, but it seems like that daydream might be coming true.
[ And there are things he could do, to help usher that dream into reality, if Eddie is still interested. He had helped shape Barry into the Flash, after all. The superspeed helped, of course, but there had also been a process behind it. A costume, a name, a foundation of support. He could be that, for Eddie. Here, in this place.
But he's getting ahead of himself. He listens to Eddie's story, reaching out at one point to steal just one of the tiny carrots, absent-minded. It gives him something to fiddle with and nibble on, while Eddie talks. When there's a pause, Cisco observes: ]
Sounds like maybe you were feeling like... it was almost inevitable, one of them killing the other, and you were feeling like you wanted to stop that. Get in the way of sort of- the inexorable?
[ It's a stab in the dark, just a guess at what might have been the particular emotional trigger, if there were one at all. But Cisco doesn't want to linger too long, there. Instead, he prompts gently: ]
What did it feel like? Could you feel - was it more like pulling energy out from your body, or maybe gathering something together out of the air and changing it into something solid? Or maybe it happened too fast to tell - that's okay, too.