[ It's strange, really. To see all that hesitation and uncertainty, written all over Eddie. Normally he is so good at projecting confidence. It had taken Cisco a while to get to know him well enough to guess, from time to time, when it was only a front. But now, he is all shuffling shyness and uncertainty. It makes Cisco feel a kind of pressure in his chest, a protectiveness so strong it is almost tangible.
He takes Eddie's hand and helps him up, keeps holding onto it as he rounds the couch and heads for the stairs. Cisco thinks about saying more, about reassuring Eddie that there were no rails to go off of in the first place, that playing a video game could hardly be called busy. But in the end, right now, words just feel small, and for all he knows Eddie would just refute them again. So in the end he settles for actions, rather than words. ]
Fan on, right?
[ Cisco asks it as they enter the bedroom; they haven't discussed it, but he's noticed that Eddie seems to like there to be some white noise, when he's sleeping. Before Eddie even needs to answer, Cisco twists the dial on a small oscillating fan sitting on the edge of his desk. He nods towards his bed, that Eddie can get in.
Eddie might already be in comfortable sleeping attire, but Cisco is still wearing his jeans and a button-up. He gets to his wardrobe, hesitates, and then starts to change right there, rather than grabbing some pjs and ducking into the bathroom. He can feel his face going very hot as he does it, stomach twisting in uncertainty. Maybe this is going too far, maybe he ought not to do this. But once he started, changing his mind would only look even more obvious. ]
no subject
[ It's strange, really. To see all that hesitation and uncertainty, written all over Eddie. Normally he is so good at projecting confidence. It had taken Cisco a while to get to know him well enough to guess, from time to time, when it was only a front. But now, he is all shuffling shyness and uncertainty. It makes Cisco feel a kind of pressure in his chest, a protectiveness so strong it is almost tangible.
He takes Eddie's hand and helps him up, keeps holding onto it as he rounds the couch and heads for the stairs. Cisco thinks about saying more, about reassuring Eddie that there were no rails to go off of in the first place, that playing a video game could hardly be called busy. But in the end, right now, words just feel small, and for all he knows Eddie would just refute them again. So in the end he settles for actions, rather than words. ]
Fan on, right?
[ Cisco asks it as they enter the bedroom; they haven't discussed it, but he's noticed that Eddie seems to like there to be some white noise, when he's sleeping. Before Eddie even needs to answer, Cisco twists the dial on a small oscillating fan sitting on the edge of his desk. He nods towards his bed, that Eddie can get in.
Eddie might already be in comfortable sleeping attire, but Cisco is still wearing his jeans and a button-up. He gets to his wardrobe, hesitates, and then starts to change right there, rather than grabbing some pjs and ducking into the bathroom. He can feel his face going very hot as he does it, stomach twisting in uncertainty. Maybe this is going too far, maybe he ought not to do this. But once he started, changing his mind would only look even more obvious. ]