[In spite of himself, Eddie fidgets a little, a slight squirm, and he bites at the inside of his lower lip again, eyes averted as Cisco looks up at him with that look on his face. The look where he can see what's going on in Eddie's mind, that he's hiding things, brushing them off. This is why he loves Cisco so much, because Cisco looks at him and really sees him, Cisco pays attention to how he's feeling, cuts directly through his crap and recognizes when he's feeling things.

Sometimes, that isn't really a good thing, though. Right now, Eddie's feeling guilty and embarrassed and ashamed of his own feelings, and he keeps chewing his lip as Cisco asks him not to bullshit him. Asks for the truth. It would be wrong not to give it to him, Eddie knows, but he feels sick even thinking about confessing what's going on in his mind.

Swallowing hard, he keeps looking away from Cisco until his boyfriend asks if it was the dry cleaning, and then Eddie's eyes jerk over to his face.]

No, no babe, it's not that at all. I seriously don't care about that. You were doing me a favour by picking it up. And it's...it's stupid, it really is, and it's nothing you have to coddle me about or worry about, I just.

[Swallowing hard, he looks away again, licks his lips nervously.]

I guess I'm just...I mean I hadn't thought about it before. The mistletoe thing, and the fact it means you've probably had to kiss a bunch of other people. And I know, I know. Not your fault, there's nothing wrong with it, it doesn't mean anything, it's just a dumb...magic thing but...I just got the image in my head, and it bugged me for a minute. I'm sorry. I'll get over it.