[ Cisco chuckles in delight when Eddie jokes about Diggle's name being a little silly, because yeah, it is. He's thought that too, before, but never actually said it to anyone. ]
I like you way more than Oliver Queen.
[ He doesn't know what's going on with Eddie, but he's being pretty uncharacteristically vague about that scar. Usually, Eddie is more than willing to come forward and just explain things, even when it's a little bit unpleasant. So the fact that he doesn't is kind of a hint. It makes Cisco really fucking curious, but he decides to drop it, giving a little shrug and then starting in with the razor.
He is cautious, taking his time, making sure to go against the grain, to get as close as he can but not press too hard or cut. Cisco is most tentative right when he begins, but then he gradually settles into it, using his other hand to tilt Eddie's head this way and that as needed. He knows that Eddie can't really speak while he's doing this, for fear of messing him up, so Cisco takes it on himself to fill the silence. ]
So my dad was gone a lot of the time 'cause of work stuff, which is... a whole other conversation but it means that I learned to shave from my big brother, who for once in his life decided not to be a total dick and was actually pretty patient all things considered.... I was one of those kids that started getting facial hair pretty young and I was like, soooo dramatic and worried about cutting myself, like one little nick and I was gonna start gushing blood like a firehose and die on the spot... but he made sure I knew how to hold the razor right and which spots would be tricky and how to go slow but not TOO slow...
[ Talking while he works has the added bonus of calming the last of his nerves, helping him to focus on the actual manual task of shaving Eddie. Stroke by stroke he makes his way across Eddie's neck, then jaw, eyes never moving away from the task. After almost no time at all, all the having cream is gone, and Cisco reaches forward, absently tracing along Eddie's skin for any patches he might have missed. ]
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I like you way more than Oliver Queen.
[ He doesn't know what's going on with Eddie, but he's being pretty uncharacteristically vague about that scar. Usually, Eddie is more than willing to come forward and just explain things, even when it's a little bit unpleasant. So the fact that he doesn't is kind of a hint. It makes Cisco really fucking curious, but he decides to drop it, giving a little shrug and then starting in with the razor.
He is cautious, taking his time, making sure to go against the grain, to get as close as he can but not press too hard or cut. Cisco is most tentative right when he begins, but then he gradually settles into it, using his other hand to tilt Eddie's head this way and that as needed. He knows that Eddie can't really speak while he's doing this, for fear of messing him up, so Cisco takes it on himself to fill the silence. ]
So my dad was gone a lot of the time 'cause of work stuff, which is... a whole other conversation but it means that I learned to shave from my big brother, who for once in his life decided not to be a total dick and was actually pretty patient all things considered.... I was one of those kids that started getting facial hair pretty young and I was like, soooo dramatic and worried about cutting myself, like one little nick and I was gonna start gushing blood like a firehose and die on the spot... but he made sure I knew how to hold the razor right and which spots would be tricky and how to go slow but not TOO slow...
[ Talking while he works has the added bonus of calming the last of his nerves, helping him to focus on the actual manual task of shaving Eddie. Stroke by stroke he makes his way across Eddie's neck, then jaw, eyes never moving away from the task. After almost no time at all, all the having cream is gone, and Cisco reaches forward, absently tracing along Eddie's skin for any patches he might have missed. ]