[ It's still a strange thing, trying to imagine Eddie not fitting in. He seems like he could fit in just about anywhere, like he is adaptable and open-minded enough to befriend just about any sector of people. But maybe, Cisco thinks with a tiny twinge of sadness, maybe that's not a natural trait. Maybe that's something he's cultivated, and in doing so, hidden a part of his real self underneath it. It'd explain why Cisco only recently feels like he's getting to know the real Eddie. The one who is bi, who doesn't like being on his own in hospitals, who likes cats, who has all sorts of little likes and dislikes and idiosyncracies that make him real, and endearing. ]
Whaaaat? For real? [ The sarcasm in his voice is light, and fond, and he squeezes Eddie's hand as he says it. He follows it up with a quieter: ] Yeah, I know.
[ And it's friendship that keeps him there for the next few hours, steering the conversation to something a little less personal, to give them both a break. He turns the subject back to great big tomes of fantasy literature, starts telling Eddie about a few of the serieses he'd enjoyed during that lonely, nerdy youth of his. He steers clear of anything that involves elves too heavily, but that's not too hard to do. Cisco had really read a whole lot of that stuff. ]
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Whaaaat? For real? [ The sarcasm in his voice is light, and fond, and he squeezes Eddie's hand as he says it. He follows it up with a quieter: ] Yeah, I know.
[ And it's friendship that keeps him there for the next few hours, steering the conversation to something a little less personal, to give them both a break. He turns the subject back to great big tomes of fantasy literature, starts telling Eddie about a few of the serieses he'd enjoyed during that lonely, nerdy youth of his. He steers clear of anything that involves elves too heavily, but that's not too hard to do. Cisco had really read a whole lot of that stuff. ]