[ There isn't much to say here, either. A lot of the time, Cisco and Taako are able to bridge the gap in their different experiences, to find common ground or at the very least some sort of understanding or empathy. But there are other things where that just isn't possible, and this is one of them. Cisco can try his best to wrap his head and his heart around the situation, but in the end, there will always be a chasm he can't quite cross.
He stays by that machine, watching its progress rather than looking at Taako. Cisco doesn't speak for a little while, not wanting to rub salt in Taako's wounds, but not entirely sure how to avoid doing so. This isn't the first time he's tried to offer comfort, and only seemed to hurt Taako even more. Perhaps, when it comes to Lucretia, the best course of action is just to not say anything at all.
Cisco's thoughts on that matter are interrupted, however, and a little furrow forms between his brows. He leans in closer to the readout on the screen, reading and rereading quickly. He presses a few more buttons on the machine, quickly this time, and its whirring grows louder. ]
You've definitely got traces of something in your system that shouldn't be there. I don't know what it is, yet. Working on it...
[ Cisco wishes Caitlin were here to go over the results. She would recognize it right away, he's sure. But it's no use, wishing for that. He's pretty much just accepted by this point that his friends aren't ever going to turn up, here. He's going to have to befriend some new doctor. ]
Can I help?
[ He asks it plainly, but carefully - not how can he help, which presumes it is possible at all. ]
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[ There isn't much to say here, either. A lot of the time, Cisco and Taako are able to bridge the gap in their different experiences, to find common ground or at the very least some sort of understanding or empathy. But there are other things where that just isn't possible, and this is one of them. Cisco can try his best to wrap his head and his heart around the situation, but in the end, there will always be a chasm he can't quite cross.
He stays by that machine, watching its progress rather than looking at Taako. Cisco doesn't speak for a little while, not wanting to rub salt in Taako's wounds, but not entirely sure how to avoid doing so. This isn't the first time he's tried to offer comfort, and only seemed to hurt Taako even more. Perhaps, when it comes to Lucretia, the best course of action is just to not say anything at all.
Cisco's thoughts on that matter are interrupted, however, and a little furrow forms between his brows. He leans in closer to the readout on the screen, reading and rereading quickly. He presses a few more buttons on the machine, quickly this time, and its whirring grows louder. ]
You've definitely got traces of something in your system that shouldn't be there. I don't know what it is, yet. Working on it...
[ Cisco wishes Caitlin were here to go over the results. She would recognize it right away, he's sure. But it's no use, wishing for that. He's pretty much just accepted by this point that his friends aren't ever going to turn up, here. He's going to have to befriend some new doctor. ]
Can I help?
[ He asks it plainly, but carefully - not how can he help, which presumes it is possible at all. ]