[There were signs about Eobard - Eddie knows, because he'd seen them himself, even in only a few interactions, knowing only a few facts. But he also hadn't had the affection and attachment clouding his judgement, like Cisco had, let alone the professional entanglement, or being in an abusive and manipulative situation with a complete maniac.

When Cisco drops his gaze and says that Eddie's right, that he ignored things he shouldn't have, Eddie makes a noise of protest in his throat, brows furrowing a little.]

That's not what I meant, babe. It's not on you, it's on him, and there were a lot of reasons you acted the way you acted and trusted who you trusted. Okay? I'd love to teach you how to trust your own instincts, but don't ever think that just because you haven't in the past that being hurt was your fault. It wasn't.

[Eddie shifts, ducking his head to try to catch Cisco's eyes, until his boyfriend lifts his gaze to look at him, and he smiles.]

I love you.

[It's soft, gentle, encouraging. And then Cisco is brushing fingers through his hair, scraping his nails against his scalp where it aches from supporting the horns. Cisco is asking to hear his resentments, his issues and upsets and the hurts he holds onto inside. Licking his lips nervously, Eddie is quiet for a few moments. This kind of thing has always been hard for him - he doesn't like talking bad about people, he doesn't like venting about his issues, he'd just rather not have them. But there's no other way to deal with the horn situation and he trusts Cisco not to judge him for the petty stuff he's holding onto.]

Barry, I guess. He's a hero but...but I can't help being mad at him for what I lost, you know?