[Eddie lies still, looking down at Cisco while he squirms in the bed and looks up at him and smiles in that sort of slow, happy way that people smile when they're high and content and feel safe. It's nice, to know that Cisco feels that way right now - happy and high and safe and comfortable on the bed.

Watching while Cisco explains the dopamine thing - manages to explain it despite being slow and high - Eddie smiles a bit, nodding as the explanation sinks in and starts to make sense and he makes a hum in his throat. The last part, about PTSD, that's not good, and it stings a little when Cisco says that someone with the wrong kind of blue eyes or being called clever can make him react badly, with fear instead of pleasure, screw up his dopamine.

Eddie doesn't know what to say about it, though, doesn't know how to soothe that away, and so he just kisses Cisco again, keeps fingers in his hair, and when Cisco laughs and kisses back and says he's good at it, Eddie smiles.]

You know, if you're ever scared, if your dopamine's messed up, if you're feeling alone and afraid, you can call me. I'll be here. I'll protect you, as best as I can. I'll help you feel as safe as you can.