[Finally, Eddie manages a shy little smile, eyes on Cisco's face, and he listens while Cisco explains why the tub. When Cisco vacates the room after asking him to get down to his boxers, Eddie flushes again, but he knew that was coming, so he doesn't protest. It only takes a few minutes to shrug off his suit jacket and vest, his tie and his button-up shirt, to undo his gun belt and pants and put them all to the side, neatly folded to maintain the creases where they're supposed to be, and then he's wearing just his black boxer-briefs and nothing else. The scar from being shot is there, on his chest, over his heart, still pink and a bit soft, but he doesn't think anything of it, he hasn't realized yet that Cisco is also affected by the amnesia.
By the time Cisco gets back into the room, Eddie's sitting on the edge of the tub in his underwear, smiling sheepishly at him.]
Okay, so what now? I'm guessing...I probably have to lean over the tub, right? Otherwise this would get really messy really quick.
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[Finally, Eddie manages a shy little smile, eyes on Cisco's face, and he listens while Cisco explains why the tub. When Cisco vacates the room after asking him to get down to his boxers, Eddie flushes again, but he knew that was coming, so he doesn't protest. It only takes a few minutes to shrug off his suit jacket and vest, his tie and his button-up shirt, to undo his gun belt and pants and put them all to the side, neatly folded to maintain the creases where they're supposed to be, and then he's wearing just his black boxer-briefs and nothing else. The scar from being shot is there, on his chest, over his heart, still pink and a bit soft, but he doesn't think anything of it, he hasn't realized yet that Cisco is also affected by the amnesia.
By the time Cisco gets back into the room, Eddie's sitting on the edge of the tub in his underwear, smiling sheepishly at him.]
Okay, so what now? I'm guessing...I probably have to lean over the tub, right? Otherwise this would get really messy really quick.