[ Cisco doesn't say anything for a few moments - from the sound of it, Eddie had suspected Dr. Wells of being up to something before Cisco ever did. He still can't recall any of it, can't force those dark patches in his memory to light up. But he wonders what his past self was thinking - why he didn't listen to Eddie, if Eddie had warned him.
He can hear and feel Eddie coming closer within the bed, the way his hand moves ever so slightly in small motions, over his stomach. It helps, a little, with that feeling like his guts are tying themselves into knots. When Eddie asks if he can hold him, Cisco shuts his eyes, a too-hot tear spilling from the corner of own and spilling sideways down towards his ear. ]
Please.
[ Cisco can't seem to make himself un-tense, or initiate contact, but he badly wants to be held again, to have something to ground him when it feels like the world is shifting around beneath his feet. ]
Was it Caitlin or Barry who found me? Or... was it you, or Joe? Did he- did he try to hide my b-body?
[ For some reason it is this - thinking about the mundane, banal details of any possible cover-up, that finally shatter what little is left of Cisco's composure. He starts to cry again, almost silently, his gasps for air in between sobs the only sound he makes, sharp and painful-sounding. ]
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He can hear and feel Eddie coming closer within the bed, the way his hand moves ever so slightly in small motions, over his stomach. It helps, a little, with that feeling like his guts are tying themselves into knots. When Eddie asks if he can hold him, Cisco shuts his eyes, a too-hot tear spilling from the corner of own and spilling sideways down towards his ear. ]
Please.
[ Cisco can't seem to make himself un-tense, or initiate contact, but he badly wants to be held again, to have something to ground him when it feels like the world is shifting around beneath his feet. ]
Was it Caitlin or Barry who found me? Or... was it you, or Joe? Did he- did he try to hide my b-body?
[ For some reason it is this - thinking about the mundane, banal details of any possible cover-up, that finally shatter what little is left of Cisco's composure. He starts to cry again, almost silently, his gasps for air in between sobs the only sound he makes, sharp and painful-sounding. ]