[While Cisco thinks Eddie will be a perfect parent, Eddie feels the same way about him, like Cisco's compassion and caring, how good he is at teaching, how empathetic he is - all of that is going to make him a great father, a cool dad who will build their kids up instead of tearing them down. Will lead them to achieve their greatest potential possible.
Cisco's soft, happy laugh is enough to distract him from any kind of negative thoughts, any fear. It draws him into this moment, fully, experiencing only what's happening right now (something that is all too rare for Eddie, living in the now instead of in the future, worrying, or the past, regretting and overthinking). He's present, feels Cisco's forehead against his, feels the slow, even beat of Cisco's heart under his hand, the warmth of his body, the way Cisco's warm hair brushes the sides of his face, the way Cisco's warm skin presses against his at the forehead.
This moment is perfect. This moment is something he'll remember for the rest of his life, he thinks, a bright, shining, warm thing that will bolster him on his worst days.
When Cisco speaks, asking if he wants to try sending a message back home to his family, that he thinks he could do it if he wants to, though...Eddie pulls back and looks at him for a moment. Eyes a little wide, he blinks, exhales a bit.]
You mean my family back home? My parents and stuff?
[Licking his lips anxiously, he bites his lower lip, feels overwhelmed again for a moment, with grief, as he thinks about them and what they must think - that he's dead. That he died in the line of duty, or whatever other story had been told about his death.]
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Cisco's soft, happy laugh is enough to distract him from any kind of negative thoughts, any fear. It draws him into this moment, fully, experiencing only what's happening right now (something that is all too rare for Eddie, living in the now instead of in the future, worrying, or the past, regretting and overthinking). He's present, feels Cisco's forehead against his, feels the slow, even beat of Cisco's heart under his hand, the warmth of his body, the way Cisco's warm hair brushes the sides of his face, the way Cisco's warm skin presses against his at the forehead.
This moment is perfect. This moment is something he'll remember for the rest of his life, he thinks, a bright, shining, warm thing that will bolster him on his worst days.
When Cisco speaks, asking if he wants to try sending a message back home to his family, that he thinks he could do it if he wants to, though...Eddie pulls back and looks at him for a moment. Eyes a little wide, he blinks, exhales a bit.]
You mean my family back home? My parents and stuff?
[Licking his lips anxiously, he bites his lower lip, feels overwhelmed again for a moment, with grief, as he thinks about them and what they must think - that he's dead. That he died in the line of duty, or whatever other story had been told about his death.]
What would I say?