[ Cisco sees Eddie's eyes go to that couch, the way they narrow ever so slightly, observing and assessing. Really, why had he decided to befriend a detective, anyway? It's just inconvenient.
But Eddie doesn't come right out and ask it - whether that's some kind of interrogation habit or he's genuinely trying to be delicate, Cisco doesn't know. He huffs a quick, slightly nervous laugh, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck in an unconscious gesture of unease. ]
I guess it's been a while since I texted, huh? I got pretty caught up in stuff...
[ And he trails off. There are two options, here. He could lie, and infodump at Eddie about some of the projects he's been working on, and try to pass off the last few days as some kind of distracted genius flight of fancy. Or... well. If he wanted, he could tell the truth. If there's anyone in this entire place Cisco could tell the truth to, it would be this man. Who showed up to his door with food (that smells amazing - Cisco had forgotten to eat since the night before) and friendly concern.
Cisco casts a glance at the couch, and the looks up at Eddie. From a little closer up, there are faint circles showing under his eyes. Reluctantly, he begins: ]
Been... kind of a weird few days.
[ But he can't just go from zero to this story; Cisco pulls out the two rolling chairs, gestures to Eddie to sit in one as he starts to clear a space for the food. As he's stacking papers, hands busy but with an excuse not to look at Eddie, Cisco manages to get out: ]
I've been wrapped up in looking for somewhere new to live. The communal housing thing really isn't doing it for me anymore.
[ Which would be a perfectly understandable and even uneventful stance to have, but it's pretty clear there's something more going on. Why else would Cisco say something so banal in such a decidedly shifty manner - and why would there be signs he's already left his old room even before finding an alternative that's not a beat-up old couch in the corner of this big, cold workshop? ]
no subject
But Eddie doesn't come right out and ask it - whether that's some kind of interrogation habit or he's genuinely trying to be delicate, Cisco doesn't know. He huffs a quick, slightly nervous laugh, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck in an unconscious gesture of unease. ]
I guess it's been a while since I texted, huh? I got pretty caught up in stuff...
[ And he trails off. There are two options, here. He could lie, and infodump at Eddie about some of the projects he's been working on, and try to pass off the last few days as some kind of distracted genius flight of fancy. Or... well. If he wanted, he could tell the truth. If there's anyone in this entire place Cisco could tell the truth to, it would be this man. Who showed up to his door with food (that smells amazing - Cisco had forgotten to eat since the night before) and friendly concern.
Cisco casts a glance at the couch, and the looks up at Eddie. From a little closer up, there are faint circles showing under his eyes. Reluctantly, he begins: ]
Been... kind of a weird few days.
[ But he can't just go from zero to this story; Cisco pulls out the two rolling chairs, gestures to Eddie to sit in one as he starts to clear a space for the food. As he's stacking papers, hands busy but with an excuse not to look at Eddie, Cisco manages to get out: ]
I've been wrapped up in looking for somewhere new to live. The communal housing thing really isn't doing it for me anymore.
[ Which would be a perfectly understandable and even uneventful stance to have, but it's pretty clear there's something more going on. Why else would Cisco say something so banal in such a decidedly shifty manner - and why would there be signs he's already left his old room even before finding an alternative that's not a beat-up old couch in the corner of this big, cold workshop? ]