[ Eddie's complexion really doesn't do him any favors, when it comes to hiding his feelings. Cisco can see that flush going across Eddie's face, down his neck, and up to the roots of his, yes, somewhat lackluster looking hair. It's hard, seeing Eddie looking so much more small than he's used to, like he's trying to make himself tiny, unobtrusive. It actually hurts, an ache in Cisco's chest, and he is grateful when Eddie gives his reluctant agreement. ]

I really want to.

[ Cisco says it at once, without hesitation, slapping his hands against his thighs before getting to his feet, making it clear with that gesture that he means to do this right now, no waiting or uncertainty. He knows that gross, god-I-need-to-wash-my-hair feeling, and he doesn't think Eddie should have to put up with it for a second longer. As for the logistics, well, he can work them out as he goes. The important thing is to just act like he knows what he's doing, and this is totally normal, and hopefully some of that will rub off. ]

C'mon, let's do it in my bathroom, there's a tub - which'll be way better than a sink, trust me - and anyway my conditioner's nicer than yours.

[ And he walks over to the bottom of the stairs, waiting for Eddie to follow him. ]