[ It would have never even occurred to Cisco, to keep the recipe a secret from anyone - particularly not Eddie. It's not like he is some random stranger on the street. He is Cisco's friend. But Cisco realizes, right at that moment, that it goes beyond that. Not that maybe someday they'll go on a real date and it will start to become something beyond that, but that it already is.
He may not have an extensive roster of people he has been close friends with, but Cisco certainly knows, from this experiences and from media, that most friends would not go this far to comfort him. Would not offer to sleep in his bed despite the drawbacks. Would not be softly stroking his hair the way Eddie keeps doing, touching his face so gently, rubbing his back in such a calm and hypnotic pattern. ]
Thank you.
[ It feels so small, so insufficient, in the face of Eddie's loyalty, his dedication and goodness. But he feels as if all his words are spent, and there are none left in him anymore. So he says the rest of his thanks nonverbally, shutting his eyes and just letting himself meet Eddie's small touches halfway, sleepy and a touch shy but obviously starved for any kind of physical affection. He settles himself in, against Eddie's chest, presses his forehead against Eddie's collarbones and lets out a long, satisfying sigh.
Eddie is here, and that means he isn't alone, and being un-alone means he is safe. It may not be logical, but it is how Cisco feels, and it is what allows him to relax enough to start nodding off again, without even realizing it at first. He blinks slower and slower; his hand, which had started tracing little loops and circles into Eddie's side, begins to stall now and then, fingers going lax. ]
'm 'na sleep.
[ He manages to mumble at least a few of the sounds associated with the thought "I'm gonna sleep", not realizing how abundantly obvious it must be to Eddie that he is dropping off. And almost as soon as he has actually said it, Cisco is out like a light, resting dreamlessly, the care gone from his face, leaving him looking peaceful, and younger than when he is awake. ]
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[ It would have never even occurred to Cisco, to keep the recipe a secret from anyone - particularly not Eddie. It's not like he is some random stranger on the street. He is Cisco's friend. But Cisco realizes, right at that moment, that it goes beyond that. Not that maybe someday they'll go on a real date and it will start to become something beyond that, but that it already is.
He may not have an extensive roster of people he has been close friends with, but Cisco certainly knows, from this experiences and from media, that most friends would not go this far to comfort him. Would not offer to sleep in his bed despite the drawbacks. Would not be softly stroking his hair the way Eddie keeps doing, touching his face so gently, rubbing his back in such a calm and hypnotic pattern. ]
Thank you.
[ It feels so small, so insufficient, in the face of Eddie's loyalty, his dedication and goodness. But he feels as if all his words are spent, and there are none left in him anymore. So he says the rest of his thanks nonverbally, shutting his eyes and just letting himself meet Eddie's small touches halfway, sleepy and a touch shy but obviously starved for any kind of physical affection. He settles himself in, against Eddie's chest, presses his forehead against Eddie's collarbones and lets out a long, satisfying sigh.
Eddie is here, and that means he isn't alone, and being un-alone means he is safe. It may not be logical, but it is how Cisco feels, and it is what allows him to relax enough to start nodding off again, without even realizing it at first. He blinks slower and slower; his hand, which had started tracing little loops and circles into Eddie's side, begins to stall now and then, fingers going lax. ]
'm 'na sleep.
[ He manages to mumble at least a few of the sounds associated with the thought "I'm gonna sleep", not realizing how abundantly obvious it must be to Eddie that he is dropping off. And almost as soon as he has actually said it, Cisco is out like a light, resting dreamlessly, the care gone from his face, leaving him looking peaceful, and younger than when he is awake. ]