[ The moment Eddie starts speaking, reassuring Cisco that it really is him, he lets out a shaky, loud sigh of relief. He listens to Eddie's voice, and the words take a few moments to filter through the haze of fear and arrange themselves in an order that makes sense. He's sick? Is that true? Yes, he feels sick. And he remembers... the restaurant. The date gone wrong. Thinking he saw snakes and heard an army of spiders. And Eddie there taking care of him the whole time.
He tries to steady his breathing, but it's fighting an uphill battle. The worst of the terror has broken, but in its wake comes rushing sadness, like a flood. He pushes himself off the wall and starts making his way back towards the bed, shaking all over. Eddie's eyes are still that awful glowing impenetrable blue, and something in Cisco's stomach lurches with misplaced dread. But he fixes his eyes near Eddie's collarbone and tries to tell himself it is all just his brain tormenting him. ]
Dumbest nightmare ever.
[ Cisco is trying to joke, rather desperately, but his voice is still full of cracks and it's all too clear from the sound of it how tenuously he's holding back tears. (He can't see how close Eddie is to crying, because he's avoiding looking at his face). He sits on the bed, scoots closer to Eddie. There was a time when he would have hesitated, held back. But now, he just tucks himself against Eddie's side, not caring how much he's trembling or how sweaty he is. ]
I dreamt- I was running and hiding because someone was gonna hurt me. And I was looking for you 'cause- 'cause you would keep me safe. Except then... the person trying to get me was you, too.
[ He tucks his face against Eddie's shoulder, feeling, on top of everything else, shame at what his subconscious had invented. Like it was a kind of betrayal. If Eddie dreamt that Cisco was trying to hurt him, after all, he would be upset. But he doesn't want to just lie and pretend it was nothing. Eddie had seen how he reacted when he opened his eyes. He's just got to own up to it. ]
But I know you wouldn't. I know that. I'm sorry. It's just- just this dumb fever.
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He tries to steady his breathing, but it's fighting an uphill battle. The worst of the terror has broken, but in its wake comes rushing sadness, like a flood. He pushes himself off the wall and starts making his way back towards the bed, shaking all over. Eddie's eyes are still that awful glowing impenetrable blue, and something in Cisco's stomach lurches with misplaced dread. But he fixes his eyes near Eddie's collarbone and tries to tell himself it is all just his brain tormenting him. ]
Dumbest nightmare ever.
[ Cisco is trying to joke, rather desperately, but his voice is still full of cracks and it's all too clear from the sound of it how tenuously he's holding back tears. (He can't see how close Eddie is to crying, because he's avoiding looking at his face). He sits on the bed, scoots closer to Eddie. There was a time when he would have hesitated, held back. But now, he just tucks himself against Eddie's side, not caring how much he's trembling or how sweaty he is. ]
I dreamt- I was running and hiding because someone was gonna hurt me. And I was looking for you 'cause- 'cause you would keep me safe. Except then... the person trying to get me was you, too.
[ He tucks his face against Eddie's shoulder, feeling, on top of everything else, shame at what his subconscious had invented. Like it was a kind of betrayal. If Eddie dreamt that Cisco was trying to hurt him, after all, he would be upset. But he doesn't want to just lie and pretend it was nothing. Eddie had seen how he reacted when he opened his eyes. He's just got to own up to it. ]
But I know you wouldn't. I know that. I'm sorry. It's just- just this dumb fever.