[ It takes a moment or two for Cisco's brain to parse Eddie's question, after that. Judging by Eddie's laugh, the expression on his face must be just as confused as he feels. A part of him knows it ought to be easy to explain, but he just feels kind of stupid right now. Stupid, and happy, and definitely not capable of talking about neurotransmitters in any kind of coherent way. Still, he thinks he can get the point across. ]
Depends on the brain. Most people it's good. Dopamine's just, um.
[ He traces a shape into the air, a long vertical slash and then a point underneath it, frowning for a moment. ]
It's an exclamation mark. So you get it with some drugs and with blowjobs and whatever, but part of why PTSD is PTSD is your brain's dopamine gets all whack. It goes the wrong way and everything seems like a bad exclamation mark, even when you just see someone with the wrong kinda blue eyes or somebody calls you clever.
[ Cisco is neither as coherent nor as discreet as he would normally be. He is, however, perfectly happy to set aside that conversation and dissolve into helpless giggles when Eddie starts kissing all over his face. There's something even more unrestrained and childish and giggly about his laughing than usual; he crinkles up his nose and just laughs. Then Eddie is kissing his lower lip and Cisco is lifting his head into the kiss, eyes slipping shut. ]
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[ It takes a moment or two for Cisco's brain to parse Eddie's question, after that. Judging by Eddie's laugh, the expression on his face must be just as confused as he feels. A part of him knows it ought to be easy to explain, but he just feels kind of stupid right now. Stupid, and happy, and definitely not capable of talking about neurotransmitters in any kind of coherent way. Still, he thinks he can get the point across. ]
Depends on the brain. Most people it's good. Dopamine's just, um.
[ He traces a shape into the air, a long vertical slash and then a point underneath it, frowning for a moment. ]
It's an exclamation mark. So you get it with some drugs and with blowjobs and whatever, but part of why PTSD is PTSD is your brain's dopamine gets all whack. It goes the wrong way and everything seems like a bad exclamation mark, even when you just see someone with the wrong kinda blue eyes or somebody calls you clever.
[ Cisco is neither as coherent nor as discreet as he would normally be. He is, however, perfectly happy to set aside that conversation and dissolve into helpless giggles when Eddie starts kissing all over his face. There's something even more unrestrained and childish and giggly about his laughing than usual; he crinkles up his nose and just laughs. Then Eddie is kissing his lower lip and Cisco is lifting his head into the kiss, eyes slipping shut. ]
You're really good at kissing.