[Cisco's reaction is startling - he jerks away from Eddie, stumbles his way backward, tangled in sheets and blankets, and falls over onto the floor before backing away again. Almost immediately, Eddie's hands are up, palms forward to show that he's not armed, to show he's helpless.

But Cisco keeps retreating, gets to his feet, presses his back against the wall, hair in his face, looking panicked and desperate and cornered, like a trapped animal. Eddie feels sick, for a moment, sick and hurt and a little hopeless. Doesn't know what to say, feels his eyes going hot and stinging a little as Cisco stares at him like he's a monster for a few long moments, like he's Eobard and not Cisco's boyfriend, not someone he trusts and cares for.

Then Cisco is mumbling out his name.]

It's me baby. I don't know what you saw, or what you're seeing, but you're sick. Remember? You have a fever, and it's making you see and hear things and vibe a lot. I'm sorry you're scared baby, but I promise, I'm not going to hurt you.

[He gets it, of course, why Cisco might react that way, what Cisco might be seeing or feeling or hearing when he talks. But it still hurts, in a way that makes his stomach clench up painfully, it makes his eyes sting and his chest clench, to have Cisco be afraid of him, even for a moment.]

I would never hurt you. Never.