[Somehow when Cisco rests back against the bed and breathes out, eyes closed, expression trusting, that Eddie is his hero, it doesn't trigger bad memories, doesn't make Eddie think of painful times. The words might be similar to the ones Iris said, that he said, when he died, but this isn't like that situation, not even a little.
He was dying, then, his heart failing, he was bleeding out, cold and alone despite the people that were there beside him. This is different, this is somewhere warm and comfortable, Eddie and Cisco are safe, Cisco is showing overt trust in him. He'd just offered protection, and Cisco had responded by calling him a hero, and that still makes Eddie's heart beat hard, makes his breath speed up, makes it so he can't help but grin like a complete idiot.]
I like the sound of that. Being your hero.
[The part about the suit makes Eddie's brows shoot up, though, and as Cisco sits up and grabs candy and paper and pencils, sits down and starts sketching out the shape of a person onto which he can draw a suit. Eddie blinks a bit, then laughs, shaking his head.]
I don't know if I deserve a suit. I'm not The Flash or anything.
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He was dying, then, his heart failing, he was bleeding out, cold and alone despite the people that were there beside him. This is different, this is somewhere warm and comfortable, Eddie and Cisco are safe, Cisco is showing overt trust in him. He'd just offered protection, and Cisco had responded by calling him a hero, and that still makes Eddie's heart beat hard, makes his breath speed up, makes it so he can't help but grin like a complete idiot.]
I like the sound of that. Being your hero.
[The part about the suit makes Eddie's brows shoot up, though, and as Cisco sits up and grabs candy and paper and pencils, sits down and starts sketching out the shape of a person onto which he can draw a suit. Eddie blinks a bit, then laughs, shaking his head.]
I don't know if I deserve a suit. I'm not The Flash or anything.