[It's obvious from Cisco's response to the complaint that he hadn't thought of it, even before he says he didn't. Eddie's eyes search his boyfriend's face, he licks his lips nervously, kicking himself for saying it out loud, for making Cisco feel bad about something that is, objectively and even in Eddie's opinion, wonderful about him. His intelligence, his dedication, his enthusiasm. But there's no denying that he does sometimes feel invisible when Cisco is gone for days working steady on a new project that's consumed his mind and attention.

So it's a relief when Cisco scoots closer and curls up against him, wrapping his arms around him and pressing his cheek into his chest, assuring him that he's not even a little unimportant. That it hadn't even occurred to him that it might be a problem because no one had wanted him around this much, that it had been expected. That answer hurts a little, but he smiles softly, rubs Cisco's back.]

I know you don't think of me as unimportant. It's just a feeling, and it's okay, but thank you.

[Shifting back a bit, he lifts a hand and gently strokes the side of Cisco's face, brushing his hair back behind an ear, his smile a little crooked as he studies Cisco's face. And when Cisco chokes a bit, makes that sobbing laugh and then says that he gives Shadow too many table scraps, Eddie laughs too.]

And he's getting fat. I know. I know. It's stupid of me...I'll try to stop.