[ Cisco, feeling guilty again for causing all this fuss, does Eddie the favor of not resisting or trying to do it on his own. He thinks he could manage it (probably, maybe) but that Eddie wouldn't like it. He does, however, go for his keys and get the door open on his own - only to stop with his hand on the doorknob, face going blank as he slips into yet another vibe.
This time, it's not the past he sees, but the future. He can tell that because he sees himself and Eddie heading out the door, and he's wearing a shirt that he definitely does not own yet. Eddie's got a canvas bag slung over his shoulder and sunglasses pushed up in his hair. They're both in flip flops, and Cisco's got a beach ball clutched between his hands that he is distractedly inflating. It's not hard to guess where they're going. The Cisco in the vibe asks: ]
We're meeting them there, right?
[ Who the 'them' is, Cisco has no chance to figure out. Before he can look for more details, he slips out of the vibe, back to the present. To the present where his knees are just starting to give out, and his lightheadedness has gone from 'distracting' to 'just do whatever you can to try to stay standing'. Cisco reaches out towards Eddie, is relieved to find him close, and sags against him with considerably more of his body weight than is polite. ]
Sorry.
[ A moment or two later his legs feel less like they're made of matchsticks, and he pushes back, supporting himself again and moving in the house. He crosses his arms over his chest, tucking his hands in close, trying not to touch anything. Shadow runs up to greet them with a trill and a stretch, like usual, but Cisco passes by without the customary pat, making his way up the stairs. ]
Bath's... probably a good idea.
[ It's odd, how Cisco can feel that his responses are delayed, over-simple and sluggish. To know he's impaired, but not really know what to do about it. His head is normally filled with so many thoughts at any given moment. But things have narrowed, now. Simple tasks. Up the stairs. Start the bath, coolish water. Take off shirt. Some instinct in him knows to break things up into these little steps that he can get through. ]
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This time, it's not the past he sees, but the future. He can tell that because he sees himself and Eddie heading out the door, and he's wearing a shirt that he definitely does not own yet. Eddie's got a canvas bag slung over his shoulder and sunglasses pushed up in his hair. They're both in flip flops, and Cisco's got a beach ball clutched between his hands that he is distractedly inflating. It's not hard to guess where they're going. The Cisco in the vibe asks: ]
We're meeting them there, right?
[ Who the 'them' is, Cisco has no chance to figure out. Before he can look for more details, he slips out of the vibe, back to the present. To the present where his knees are just starting to give out, and his lightheadedness has gone from 'distracting' to 'just do whatever you can to try to stay standing'. Cisco reaches out towards Eddie, is relieved to find him close, and sags against him with considerably more of his body weight than is polite. ]
Sorry.
[ A moment or two later his legs feel less like they're made of matchsticks, and he pushes back, supporting himself again and moving in the house. He crosses his arms over his chest, tucking his hands in close, trying not to touch anything. Shadow runs up to greet them with a trill and a stretch, like usual, but Cisco passes by without the customary pat, making his way up the stairs. ]
Bath's... probably a good idea.
[ It's odd, how Cisco can feel that his responses are delayed, over-simple and sluggish. To know he's impaired, but not really know what to do about it. His head is normally filled with so many thoughts at any given moment. But things have narrowed, now. Simple tasks. Up the stairs. Start the bath, coolish water. Take off shirt. Some instinct in him knows to break things up into these little steps that he can get through. ]
You'll stay with me, right?