[ Watching Taako silently glance around, sit himself down, and break down into silent tears is just about one of the most awful things Cisco has ever seen. He might not know Taako all that well yet, but he's gleaned from a comment here and there, and the way he'd navigated around potentially difficult topics like his relationship with Eddie, that he's not exactly the most emotionally open dude in the multiverse. There are guys like Barry, who don't even try to hide it when they cry, who can shed tears and then bounce back a few minutes later. And then there were guys who didn't do that, who bottled that shit up until something came along to shatter that barrier.
Right now, Cisco feels like the rock that's come crashing through and broken down the wall that was holding in this flood of grief. He can't help but feel guilty, and a little wretched. What kind of a friend is he? Taako had brought him out here to see this awesome warehouse of machines, just because he knew Cisco would like them. He'd saved Cisco's ass from a dangerous fall, and then Cisco had repaid him by making him break down sobbing.
He gets to his feet, still a touch unsteady as he approaches the spot where Taako has sat down. He perches nearby - close enough to reach out for, if Taako chooses to, but not getting up in his face. After a few moments, Cisco reaches over and, very gently, places his palm against the center of Taako's shaking back. It is a light touch, easy to move away from, if Taako wants. He doesn't say anything, because he knows there's not really anything more to say. ]
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Right now, Cisco feels like the rock that's come crashing through and broken down the wall that was holding in this flood of grief. He can't help but feel guilty, and a little wretched. What kind of a friend is he? Taako had brought him out here to see this awesome warehouse of machines, just because he knew Cisco would like them. He'd saved Cisco's ass from a dangerous fall, and then Cisco had repaid him by making him break down sobbing.
He gets to his feet, still a touch unsteady as he approaches the spot where Taako has sat down. He perches nearby - close enough to reach out for, if Taako chooses to, but not getting up in his face. After a few moments, Cisco reaches over and, very gently, places his palm against the center of Taako's shaking back. It is a light touch, easy to move away from, if Taako wants. He doesn't say anything, because he knows there's not really anything more to say. ]