[ Cisco, for his part, didn't rush Rey, or seem to mind the long period of silence, punctuated by only the sound of her shuddering breaths as she cried. He had spent hours like this with Caitlin, after the particle accelerator exploded, and she believed Ronnie had died. Though he's usually a fidgety person full of restless energy, he knows how to keep himself still, how to just keep breathing, slow and steady. To be there, a solid presence, reassuring and warm.
When her breathing starts to even out and she begins pulling back together the threads of her composure, Cisco notices, but lets her take her time, be the first one to speak. The hoarseness of her voice, and the earnestness of her thanks, make his heart hurt, but he merely smiles, small and sad but very fond as well. ]
No worries. It'll dry.
[ He moves away, giving her a little space, but still staying close enough that their knees touch. He pulls a cloth napkin from the picnic bag, uncaps one of the waters inside and pours out a little onto the napkin, just enough to get it damp. He hands the thing over to Rey silently, to wipe her face with. ]
Did he get a canister, too? Has he been giving you any grief?
[ If she needed help avoiding Ren, Cisco could absolutely help with that. He isn't just about reassuring words and hugs, though he knows how important those things can be. But Cisco knows that sometimes, practical measures are necessary, too. And like hell is he going to let this douche hurt his friend any more than he already has. ]
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When her breathing starts to even out and she begins pulling back together the threads of her composure, Cisco notices, but lets her take her time, be the first one to speak. The hoarseness of her voice, and the earnestness of her thanks, make his heart hurt, but he merely smiles, small and sad but very fond as well. ]
No worries. It'll dry.
[ He moves away, giving her a little space, but still staying close enough that their knees touch. He pulls a cloth napkin from the picnic bag, uncaps one of the waters inside and pours out a little onto the napkin, just enough to get it damp. He hands the thing over to Rey silently, to wipe her face with. ]
Did he get a canister, too? Has he been giving you any grief?
[ If she needed help avoiding Ren, Cisco could absolutely help with that. He isn't just about reassuring words and hugs, though he knows how important those things can be. But Cisco knows that sometimes, practical measures are necessary, too. And like hell is he going to let this douche hurt his friend any more than he already has. ]