[ Cisco stands, too, draping an arm along Finn's shoulders the same way he had when he was guiding him to the shop. It's a much lighter touch, this time: not steering, just a reminder that Cisco's here, by his side, and not going anywhere. They make their way out the door, turning in the direction of Cisco's downtown apartment. He sees the old man as they pass, giving a tiny, almost imperceptible nod of thanks. The streets are quiet, now, but Cisco keeps up his talk. To anyone passing by, they would just look like someone strolling along with his possibly inebriated friend, steadying him and chatting away about local gossip.
The walk to his apartment passes quickly - once Finn got moving, he seemed capable of keeping walking, one foot in front of another, which Cisco is grateful for. After all, he's sort of making all this up as he goes. He's far more used to being on the opposite end of this: the one comforted and led, rather than doing the comforting and leading. Still, he's managing, chattering away about inanities, not stopping for a response from Finn or expecting one.
He fishes his keys from his pocket and gets them inside, then drops his arm, letting Finn go. Shadow trills, getting up from where he'd been curled on the back of the couch and hopping down, stretching as he comes over to rub himself against Finn's ankles in greeting. ]
You want a drink?
[ Healthy coping mechanism? Maybe not. But Cisco's trying to be Finn's friend, not his dad. ]
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The walk to his apartment passes quickly - once Finn got moving, he seemed capable of keeping walking, one foot in front of another, which Cisco is grateful for. After all, he's sort of making all this up as he goes. He's far more used to being on the opposite end of this: the one comforted and led, rather than doing the comforting and leading. Still, he's managing, chattering away about inanities, not stopping for a response from Finn or expecting one.
He fishes his keys from his pocket and gets them inside, then drops his arm, letting Finn go. Shadow trills, getting up from where he'd been curled on the back of the couch and hopping down, stretching as he comes over to rub himself against Finn's ankles in greeting. ]
You want a drink?
[ Healthy coping mechanism? Maybe not. But Cisco's trying to be Finn's friend, not his dad. ]