[ Why oh why had he suggested this game? How had he not thought far enough in advance to anticipate this? Cisco's stomach is twisting into knots of discomfort and embarrassment, but he knows that he made this bed of awkwardness and he can't blame anyone else for the fact that he's just got to lie down in it.
He's not going to just cave, though. Beneath all the friendliness and jokes, Cisco has quite a stubborn streak when he wants to. There's just the tiny edge of annoyance creeping into his voice as he insists: ]
Dude, I said I wanted to pass this round! I'm not gonna tell you I've got a crush on your boyfriend.
[ Which is just great, just perfect. Cisco realizes a fraction of a second too late what he's said and immediately covers his face with both hands, irritation and dread making him feel a little queasy. He hadn't meant to say it at all, and because it had just slipped out he hadn't been able to hedge, to contextualize, to minimize it with lots of other words. ]
Fuck.
[ The word comes out muffled because Cisco is still hiding his face in his hands. ]
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He's not going to just cave, though. Beneath all the friendliness and jokes, Cisco has quite a stubborn streak when he wants to. There's just the tiny edge of annoyance creeping into his voice as he insists: ]
Dude, I said I wanted to pass this round! I'm not gonna tell you I've got a crush on your boyfriend.
[ Which is just great, just perfect. Cisco realizes a fraction of a second too late what he's said and immediately covers his face with both hands, irritation and dread making him feel a little queasy. He hadn't meant to say it at all, and because it had just slipped out he hadn't been able to hedge, to contextualize, to minimize it with lots of other words. ]
Fuck.
[ The word comes out muffled because Cisco is still hiding his face in his hands. ]