[ Cisco's chest aches, and now is one of those moments when he wishes he could read his boyfriend a little better, know what was going on inside him. It hurts, hearing his soft apology, seeing the way he avoids eye contact, hunches, afraid and uncertain. Even after Eddie perks up, looks at him once more with that warm affection shining out of his eyes, Cisco is left wishing he could do more, erase all the hurt that had come before him. ]
I-
[ The words stick in his throat, not because he's uncertain of his answer, but because he is all too certain of it. He feels as those horns become fully permeable, and then gradually evaporate into nothing. That lets Cisco bury his fingers in Eddie's hair without any impediment. He's looking between Eddie's eyes, expression vulnerable and searching for a moment before he says, with weight: ]
I think that's what it is, too.
[ There's more he wants to say, but words seem impossibly blunt and simplistic and insufficient, for what he's feeling at the moment. Hope, and nervousness, and so much love he doesn't know what to do with all of it. So he merely closes the distance between their faces, kissing Eddie softly, lips questioning, almost shy. He pulls away just enough to whisper: ]
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[ Cisco's chest aches, and now is one of those moments when he wishes he could read his boyfriend a little better, know what was going on inside him. It hurts, hearing his soft apology, seeing the way he avoids eye contact, hunches, afraid and uncertain. Even after Eddie perks up, looks at him once more with that warm affection shining out of his eyes, Cisco is left wishing he could do more, erase all the hurt that had come before him. ]
I-
[ The words stick in his throat, not because he's uncertain of his answer, but because he is all too certain of it. He feels as those horns become fully permeable, and then gradually evaporate into nothing. That lets Cisco bury his fingers in Eddie's hair without any impediment. He's looking between Eddie's eyes, expression vulnerable and searching for a moment before he says, with weight: ]
I think that's what it is, too.
[ There's more he wants to say, but words seem impossibly blunt and simplistic and insufficient, for what he's feeling at the moment. Hope, and nervousness, and so much love he doesn't know what to do with all of it. So he merely closes the distance between their faces, kissing Eddie softly, lips questioning, almost shy. He pulls away just enough to whisper: ]
It's what I want it to be.