[ How, Cisco wonders, has he managed to take this first encounter with someone he actually knows, and turn it this awkward, this quickly? He doesn't know what he'd expected, thanking Eddie. It's not like when he would thank Barry for saving the day at the last minute, and Barry would smile or fistbump him or even hug him. Eddie's act that saved the day at the last minute was to shoot himself. Not really fistbump material.
It's clear from Eddie stammering and searching for the right thing to say that Cisco has caught him wrong-footed, and Cisco shifts his weight from foot to foot, tucking his hair behind his ears and feeling distinctly uncomfortable. And yet, even if maybe it was a social faux pas, he's glad he'd thanked him. That he got a chance to. There hadn't been any time to say anything when it had happened - Eddie bled so much so quickly, and Iris got there fast and Cisco had just stood rooted to the spot, in shock. He'd never seen someone die before. Not up close, not like that. ]
Oh! Uh- [ Cisco is jarred from his thoughts by Eddie's question and glances at the time on his phone. A quick calculation and he answers: ] -about fifteen hours. Fifteen and a halfish. What about you?
[ Just based on the fact that Eddie's no longer freaking out about being alive still (again?), Cisco is guessing it's a while longer than 15 hours. He shoves his hands in his pockets, takes them out again, reaches over to pluck a daisy from the flowers decorating the little partition separating the dance area. He plucks at the petals, just needing something to do with his hands as he talks. ]
They got you on- they must have some kind of police force here, right?
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It's clear from Eddie stammering and searching for the right thing to say that Cisco has caught him wrong-footed, and Cisco shifts his weight from foot to foot, tucking his hair behind his ears and feeling distinctly uncomfortable. And yet, even if maybe it was a social faux pas, he's glad he'd thanked him. That he got a chance to. There hadn't been any time to say anything when it had happened - Eddie bled so much so quickly, and Iris got there fast and Cisco had just stood rooted to the spot, in shock. He'd never seen someone die before. Not up close, not like that. ]
Oh! Uh- [ Cisco is jarred from his thoughts by Eddie's question and glances at the time on his phone. A quick calculation and he answers: ] -about fifteen hours. Fifteen and a halfish. What about you?
[ Just based on the fact that Eddie's no longer freaking out about being alive still (again?), Cisco is guessing it's a while longer than 15 hours. He shoves his hands in his pockets, takes them out again, reaches over to pluck a daisy from the flowers decorating the little partition separating the dance area. He plucks at the petals, just needing something to do with his hands as he talks. ]
They got you on- they must have some kind of police force here, right?