[ His voice is muffled, because he keeps his face pressed to Eddie's chest, tucked against him tightly, appreciating the security that his body provides. He feels like all the gravity has been shut off, and Eddie is the rope tethering him to the ground, keeping him from flying away. He can't trust his ears or his eyes or even his head probably, but the feeling of Eddie is real.
Cisco knows Eddie's plan is a good one, and he pulls away, drawing in a breath. He keeps clinging to Eddie's shirt with his hands, but he hesitates before opening his eyes. He doesn't know what he might see, and it's an awful feeling. It might be the fever causing it, might only be temporary, but he feels crazy.
Still, they can't stand here all night. So Cisco opens his eyes. The moment he does, he draws in a sharp, awful gasp, because Eddie's chest is covered in blood, flowing steadily out of a constellation of gunshot wounds, at least a dozen. Cisco knows it isn't real, now, but he closes his eyes, covering his eyes with one hand and declaring, with as much calm and dignity as he can (it's not much) ]
I'm- I'm j-just gonna. Keep my eyes shut. I know m-my way in the dark anyway.
[ To demonstrate this he turns, recklessly grabs for the banister, trusting Eddie, trusting that it is not a snake. His hand touches cool, unmoving wood. Cisco lets out a little shaky breath of relief, and starts up the stairs, feeling his way. He would probably have just sat down where he was and not moved if it weren't for Eddie, but he'd promised nothing was going to hurt Cisco, and Cisco trusts him to keep that promise. ]
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[ His voice is muffled, because he keeps his face pressed to Eddie's chest, tucked against him tightly, appreciating the security that his body provides. He feels like all the gravity has been shut off, and Eddie is the rope tethering him to the ground, keeping him from flying away. He can't trust his ears or his eyes or even his head probably, but the feeling of Eddie is real.
Cisco knows Eddie's plan is a good one, and he pulls away, drawing in a breath. He keeps clinging to Eddie's shirt with his hands, but he hesitates before opening his eyes. He doesn't know what he might see, and it's an awful feeling. It might be the fever causing it, might only be temporary, but he feels crazy.
Still, they can't stand here all night. So Cisco opens his eyes. The moment he does, he draws in a sharp, awful gasp, because Eddie's chest is covered in blood, flowing steadily out of a constellation of gunshot wounds, at least a dozen. Cisco knows it isn't real, now, but he closes his eyes, covering his eyes with one hand and declaring, with as much calm and dignity as he can (it's not much) ]
I'm- I'm j-just gonna. Keep my eyes shut. I know m-my way in the dark anyway.
[ To demonstrate this he turns, recklessly grabs for the banister, trusting Eddie, trusting that it is not a snake. His hand touches cool, unmoving wood. Cisco lets out a little shaky breath of relief, and starts up the stairs, feeling his way. He would probably have just sat down where he was and not moved if it weren't for Eddie, but he'd promised nothing was going to hurt Cisco, and Cisco trusts him to keep that promise. ]