[While Cisco is parsing what Eddie's told him, working through the explanation so he can put things together, Eddie continues nibbling at the vegetables, sharing them openly with Cisco as he does, before picking up the sandwich and taking a look at what's on it. He's halfway through taking a bite when Cisco says to hold onto the memory of how that felt, to make it easier to do a second time.
Swallowing hastily, with a little gulp, he licks his lips and nods as Cisco takes his hand and turns it over in his own. Glancing down, Eddie admires the way his hand looks in Cisco's for just a moment before turning back to that moment. Wanting to put himself between someone else and death. It's a simple enough feeling. Eddie's felt it hundreds of times, in the line of duty and with his work with the flash. Personally, too, with Cisco and some other people.]
Okay.
[It's soft, and he focuses, his breathing a bit even as Cisco asks him to try feeling that feeling again, like he's pulling the alien energy out of himself again. Furrowing his brows, he holds onto that slightly urgent feeling of wanting to take a blow for someone else, and trying to push the energy and emotion into his hand. It doesn't work, not at first, but when he imagines it's Cisco on the floor instead of Dodger, he sees his hand glowing faintly blue.
Jerking his head up, he looks at Cisco, eyes wide.]
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Swallowing hastily, with a little gulp, he licks his lips and nods as Cisco takes his hand and turns it over in his own. Glancing down, Eddie admires the way his hand looks in Cisco's for just a moment before turning back to that moment. Wanting to put himself between someone else and death. It's a simple enough feeling. Eddie's felt it hundreds of times, in the line of duty and with his work with the flash. Personally, too, with Cisco and some other people.]
Okay.
[It's soft, and he focuses, his breathing a bit even as Cisco asks him to try feeling that feeling again, like he's pulling the alien energy out of himself again. Furrowing his brows, he holds onto that slightly urgent feeling of wanting to take a blow for someone else, and trying to push the energy and emotion into his hand. It doesn't work, not at first, but when he imagines it's Cisco on the floor instead of Dodger, he sees his hand glowing faintly blue.
Jerking his head up, he looks at Cisco, eyes wide.]
Oh my god. Did you see that?