[ This, if nothing else, is a demonstration of just how accurately Eddie can guess the avenues his mind will run along, can read his tone of voice and the fluctuations of his body language enough to see the first seeds of self-blame and misery, and pluck them out before they have a chance to take root. Cisco doesn't speak at first, just lifts his eyes to meet Eddie's gaze and gives a tight little nod. Preventable, yes, but not his fault. He will try to remember that. ]

I love you, too.

[ Cisco doesn't rush Eddie. He can tell this silence apart from an angry silence, or a confused silence. Eddie has things to say. He just needs time, to bring himself to say them. So Cisco keeps on gently massaging his scalp, waiting for the right words to come to his boyfriend. Even if it takes half an hour, he is ready to wait. But it's not that long until Eddie exhales, apparently accepting his situation, and starts to divulge his other resentments. The fact that he starts with Barry isn't a big surprise, and Cisco is immediately ready with encouragement. ]

Of course I know.

[ He keeps up the movement of his hands, little circles of pressure and contact against Eddie's skull, coaxing and thoughtless. ]

Eddie, you've got every right to be angry at him. Barry wasn't perfect, okay. Believe me. You don't have to hold back, just 'cause I was his friend. Tell me more.