[ Cisco is so deeply unaccustomed to this - Eddie's particular brand of being present, of persistent, tender physical reassurance. He's no stranger to contact, sure. But usually, when he had sought comfort with others, it had been a sexual thing. In theory, that ought to be more intimate, but the truth is, this far outstrips it.
With Barry and Caitlin, what comfort they had provided had been mostly verbal - reassurances, promises - but with just brief touches to his shoulder, maybe a hug if he was actually crying. He doesn't know what to do with this: with Eddie stroking his hair, kissing it a dozen times, over and over, soft little presses of his mouth. Cisco's throat goes tight, because Eddie's answer had not solved the mystery for him yet, of why Eddie would treat him this way. Just caring about him can't be it, can it?
He swallows, but there's a tiny bit of roughness in his voice when he offers: ] I can make you stew tomorrow. Family recipe and all. It'll make you feel better.
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With Barry and Caitlin, what comfort they had provided had been mostly verbal - reassurances, promises - but with just brief touches to his shoulder, maybe a hug if he was actually crying. He doesn't know what to do with this: with Eddie stroking his hair, kissing it a dozen times, over and over, soft little presses of his mouth. Cisco's throat goes tight, because Eddie's answer had not solved the mystery for him yet, of why Eddie would treat him this way. Just caring about him can't be it, can it?
He swallows, but there's a tiny bit of roughness in his voice when he offers: ] I can make you stew tomorrow. Family recipe and all. It'll make you feel better.