[ Cisco, for his part, continues to behave if there is nothing out of the ordinary at all about her crying. It's not an act, either - for him, crying is a healthy, normal part of living. He'd grown up hearing plenty of toxic bullshit, about machismo, and men not crying, but he'd never really believed it, never internalized it. So he watches Rey dabbing at her face with patience, and fondness, happy to sit in silence with her for as long as she needs. ]

You haven't talked with them? Since you argued?

[ He asks as if it's a question, though he can tell the answer already. Even if they had spoken, it seems like it hadn't been enough. The air wasn't clear between them, and it's all too clear Rey's been bottling all this up. Cisco could hear it in the way she'd told her story, in how tightly she'd clung to him while she cried. ]

You don't have to tell them what happened, you know. If you're not ready. It's your business, not theirs. But... if you decide you do, and you need somebody there, in your corner... I can come with you.

[ A silly suggestion? Maybe. But Cisco needs Rey to know that everything she'd said hadn't changed his opinion of her one bit. That he was still on her side, ride or die. ]

And if- if Ben harasses you, or gives you any trouble, we'll deal with it. Together. Okay?