[ Cisco steps inside the moment Rey asks him to. His eyes flick over the sparse apartment quickly before returning to rest on her face. It's a fairly joyless space - basic, utilitarian - but that's not really unexpected. If things were different, if he were visiting for the first time and she hadn't been clearly avoiding him lately, he would've joked about it, offered to help decorate, get her some more cute little plants, colorful curtains, some furniture for guests.
But before he can even think about saying any of that, she is apologizing, and Cisco's throat feels tight with emotion. He walks over, setting the basket of food down and sitting, cross-legged, on the floor. Declaring definitively that he's not going anyway, that they're still going to have their picnic - just indoors. ]
Did something happen? [ He chews at the inside of his cheek and then adds, a little quieter: ] Did I... do something wrong?
[ He doesn't know about the canister yet, and can't think of any other reason why Rey might be avoiding him. He doesn't know Finn or Poe well enough to have checked whether she was avoiding them, too, so he assumes it's just him. And if it's just him, something must have prompted it. He'd thought their last heart to heart had gone well, that he'd encouraged her, made her feel like she could share things with him. But then this strange silence. What else is he supposed to think? ]
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But before he can even think about saying any of that, she is apologizing, and Cisco's throat feels tight with emotion. He walks over, setting the basket of food down and sitting, cross-legged, on the floor. Declaring definitively that he's not going anyway, that they're still going to have their picnic - just indoors. ]
Did something happen? [ He chews at the inside of his cheek and then adds, a little quieter: ] Did I... do something wrong?
[ He doesn't know about the canister yet, and can't think of any other reason why Rey might be avoiding him. He doesn't know Finn or Poe well enough to have checked whether she was avoiding them, too, so he assumes it's just him. And if it's just him, something must have prompted it. He'd thought their last heart to heart had gone well, that he'd encouraged her, made her feel like she could share things with him. But then this strange silence. What else is he supposed to think? ]