[ It wasn't exactly a party; Henry's funeral was looming, recent and awful, in all of their minds. Barry's silence, his strained smiles, and his eventual absence, cast a pall on the others gathered in the living room of the West house. But none of them could really bear to go their separate ways right away. They'd defeated Zoom, finally, after so long. It hasn't quite sunk in yet, for Cisco. He doesn't feel relieved. Perhaps he will, in a few days. For now, though, he can't stop looking for something to do, feeling like he's forgotten or neglected something.
Barry had left, and Iris soon after. Caitlin was next, unsurprisingly: it was going to take a while for her to heal from all this. That left only Cisco, and Joe, and Wally. He was acutely aware of the fact that he was the only one left who didn't live here, and was just about to get up off the couch, start making excuses, when Joe said he was heading up to sleep, and to make sure to shut off the lights and lock the doors when they were done. He laid a hand on first Wally's shoulder and then, surprisingly, Cisco's, too. It was a warm, firm grip, absent-minded and vaguely paternal.
Which left only the two of them, on the empty first floor of the house, the TV on with the news playing, though muted. Cisco should say goodnight, head out, but... he couldn't stand the thought of being alone right now. So, rather than excuse himself, he asks: ]
If you want me to go just say so. I'm still feeling kinda amped up.
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Barry had left, and Iris soon after. Caitlin was next, unsurprisingly: it was going to take a while for her to heal from all this. That left only Cisco, and Joe, and Wally. He was acutely aware of the fact that he was the only one left who didn't live here, and was just about to get up off the couch, start making excuses, when Joe said he was heading up to sleep, and to make sure to shut off the lights and lock the doors when they were done. He laid a hand on first Wally's shoulder and then, surprisingly, Cisco's, too. It was a warm, firm grip, absent-minded and vaguely paternal.
Which left only the two of them, on the empty first floor of the house, the TV on with the news playing, though muted. Cisco should say goodnight, head out, but... he couldn't stand the thought of being alone right now. So, rather than excuse himself, he asks: ]
If you want me to go just say so. I'm still feeling kinda amped up.
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