I mean it, Eddie. I want you to text me when you're feeling like that and tell me, and I'll take a break. You're my priority. I just- need you to tell me flat-out when it's important, yeah?
[ He smiles, feeling a little rush of warmth, remembering that vibe he'd had, of the two of them sometime in the future, how much larger Shadow had been, then. That knowledge makes him scrunch his nose with amusement and say, as if making a concession: ]
House cats are supposed to be fat, though. It's their job. My problem's that now any time I'm getting something to eat he starts begging, and I feel like a monster for not sharing. He's got those big sad green eyes.
[ It's strange, how much better Cisco is feeling already. Like he's been walking around with some kind of vice around his chest, constricting him, and he can feel it starting to loosen. ]
It's not stupid. You're just too sweet for your own good.
[ Even as he's thinking that maybe that's it, maybe he should try a bite of that stir-fry and see if it's done the trick, another thought floats to the surface of his mind. He smile dims and then drops, and he adds, quiet and newly solemn again: ]
I- there's only one more thing I can think of. And it's not- it's me being jealous of something good about you, not you doing anything wrong. Sometimes I kinda... resent how much easier it is for you to read people, than it is for me. You know? Like, it's so not fair to feel that way, and I know how important it is for your job, but I just can't help but feel like... it's such an unfair advantage, you know?
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[ He smiles, feeling a little rush of warmth, remembering that vibe he'd had, of the two of them sometime in the future, how much larger Shadow had been, then. That knowledge makes him scrunch his nose with amusement and say, as if making a concession: ]
House cats are supposed to be fat, though. It's their job. My problem's that now any time I'm getting something to eat he starts begging, and I feel like a monster for not sharing. He's got those big sad green eyes.
[ It's strange, how much better Cisco is feeling already. Like he's been walking around with some kind of vice around his chest, constricting him, and he can feel it starting to loosen. ]
It's not stupid. You're just too sweet for your own good.
[ Even as he's thinking that maybe that's it, maybe he should try a bite of that stir-fry and see if it's done the trick, another thought floats to the surface of his mind. He smile dims and then drops, and he adds, quiet and newly solemn again: ]
I- there's only one more thing I can think of. And it's not- it's me being jealous of something good about you, not you doing anything wrong. Sometimes I kinda... resent how much easier it is for you to read people, than it is for me. You know? Like, it's so not fair to feel that way, and I know how important it is for your job, but I just can't help but feel like... it's such an unfair advantage, you know?