I did too, but I think she took it a little more seriously than I did. There was some real mooning going on when he was in town and hung out with Barry at Jitters. I heard all about it and, you know, it's hard to compete with a guy like Oliver.
[That, it turns out, does still sting, and he frowns a bit as Cisco comments that he called it, that Oliver was at least on his short list of people who might be the Arrow. Eddie tries to focus on that instead of remembering how he'd felt about Iris mooning over Oliver - not jealous, not really, but certainly inadequate.
It's easier to shift his focus from that when Cisco starts gently massaging his head. Eddie may not remember how to wash his hair, but he's pretty sure this isn't part of it, the way Cisco's fingers gently dig into his temples, around the base of his skull, rubbing away the tension. And honestly, he couldn't care less, because it feels good in a way Eddie hadn't realized he needed after a tense day taking care of dozens of people affected by amnesia. Softly, he groans again as some of the tension drains out of his muscles under Cisco's expert care, and some of the headache he's had off and on all day drains away with it.
He's only half-listening as Cisco explains why he thinks Oliver turned into the Arrow, but he makes a hum of acknowledgement in his throat, because he has the general idea. Opening his eyes a bit, making another little involuntary noise of pleasure in his throat, he sighs softly, looking up at Cisco.]
I guess when you put it that way, it makes sense.
[A pause, and then he speaks again, quietly.]
How did you get so good at this? There is no way a few shifts at a salon made you this good.
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[He laughs, softly, and shrugs.]
I did too, but I think she took it a little more seriously than I did. There was some real mooning going on when he was in town and hung out with Barry at Jitters. I heard all about it and, you know, it's hard to compete with a guy like Oliver.
[That, it turns out, does still sting, and he frowns a bit as Cisco comments that he called it, that Oliver was at least on his short list of people who might be the Arrow. Eddie tries to focus on that instead of remembering how he'd felt about Iris mooning over Oliver - not jealous, not really, but certainly inadequate.
It's easier to shift his focus from that when Cisco starts gently massaging his head. Eddie may not remember how to wash his hair, but he's pretty sure this isn't part of it, the way Cisco's fingers gently dig into his temples, around the base of his skull, rubbing away the tension. And honestly, he couldn't care less, because it feels good in a way Eddie hadn't realized he needed after a tense day taking care of dozens of people affected by amnesia. Softly, he groans again as some of the tension drains out of his muscles under Cisco's expert care, and some of the headache he's had off and on all day drains away with it.
He's only half-listening as Cisco explains why he thinks Oliver turned into the Arrow, but he makes a hum of acknowledgement in his throat, because he has the general idea. Opening his eyes a bit, making another little involuntary noise of pleasure in his throat, he sighs softly, looking up at Cisco.]
I guess when you put it that way, it makes sense.
[A pause, and then he speaks again, quietly.]
How did you get so good at this? There is no way a few shifts at a salon made you this good.