[ Cisco hasn't been looking at Sam, up until this point, but when Sam says that some people have befriended him wanting free therapy, that is enough to make Cisco look up at him. It surprises him, at first, but he also doesn't doubt it. He's known plenty of people who wanted to be 'friends' with him because they wanted things from him. Still, imagining it happening to Sam - who seems like such a fun and likable guy - makes Cisco frown. He shakes his head a little from side to side. Sam deserves better friends than that. ]
Okay, cool. I didn't wanna presume about the friend thing...
[ He gives a tiny shrug; he and Sam had only met the once and a part of Cisco had been worried that Sam would say he wasn't interested in being his therapist OR his friend. But... he hadn't. Which is nice. Once he gets his shit sorted out a little, gets a little better at just functioning in a day to day way, then maybe he can text Sam and invite him to a party or a movie night or something. Get to know him properly. ]
I... know about the science 'cause I worked with metahumans back home, and some of them, their powers are connected with their brain chemistry. Means I got a bit of a crash course in all that neurotransmitter stuff. Normally not really my field.
[ It's not exactly a lie. He had learned it because of a particular metahuman whose powers are tied to his brain chemistry. He's just neglecting to mention the fact that that metahuman is himself. Sam doesn't need to know that, and quite frankly it isn't really his business.
The thought of turning to science during one of his panic attacks is alluring in theory, but Cisco isn't sure if he could pull it off. Not yet, anyway. Maybe when he's got a bit of practice with the meditation stuff, and after he's talked with his new therapist a little bit, gotten a little sleep. ]
Worth a try, anyway. Can't hurt.
[ Cisco takes another long sip of his coffee. The way Sam had said that... it sounds like he's speaking from experience, about not being able to think about certain things when he is too scared. But it's also possible he's just good at his job. Either way, it would be crossing a line to ask, Cisco thinks. Instead, he diverts the conversation ever so slightly. ]
I didn't realize therapists go to grad school. I mean, maybe I should've guessed, but I don't really know anything about it, as a field. Engineering's probably pretty different...
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[ Cisco hasn't been looking at Sam, up until this point, but when Sam says that some people have befriended him wanting free therapy, that is enough to make Cisco look up at him. It surprises him, at first, but he also doesn't doubt it. He's known plenty of people who wanted to be 'friends' with him because they wanted things from him. Still, imagining it happening to Sam - who seems like such a fun and likable guy - makes Cisco frown. He shakes his head a little from side to side. Sam deserves better friends than that. ]
Okay, cool. I didn't wanna presume about the friend thing...
[ He gives a tiny shrug; he and Sam had only met the once and a part of Cisco had been worried that Sam would say he wasn't interested in being his therapist OR his friend. But... he hadn't. Which is nice. Once he gets his shit sorted out a little, gets a little better at just functioning in a day to day way, then maybe he can text Sam and invite him to a party or a movie night or something. Get to know him properly. ]
I... know about the science 'cause I worked with metahumans back home, and some of them, their powers are connected with their brain chemistry. Means I got a bit of a crash course in all that neurotransmitter stuff. Normally not really my field.
[ It's not exactly a lie. He had learned it because of a particular metahuman whose powers are tied to his brain chemistry. He's just neglecting to mention the fact that that metahuman is himself. Sam doesn't need to know that, and quite frankly it isn't really his business.
The thought of turning to science during one of his panic attacks is alluring in theory, but Cisco isn't sure if he could pull it off. Not yet, anyway. Maybe when he's got a bit of practice with the meditation stuff, and after he's talked with his new therapist a little bit, gotten a little sleep. ]
Worth a try, anyway. Can't hurt.
[ Cisco takes another long sip of his coffee. The way Sam had said that... it sounds like he's speaking from experience, about not being able to think about certain things when he is too scared. But it's also possible he's just good at his job. Either way, it would be crossing a line to ask, Cisco thinks. Instead, he diverts the conversation ever so slightly. ]
I didn't realize therapists go to grad school. I mean, maybe I should've guessed, but I don't really know anything about it, as a field. Engineering's probably pretty different...