[Seeing Cisco like this is, perhaps, one of the most endearing things that Eddie has ever experienced, and when Cisco puts down the sketch, pencil, and his candy to take Eddie's hands and squeeze them while looking at Eddie with this sense of giggly gravity that feels almost contagious. Lifting his brows, Eddie waits until Cisco is done, then there is a long, pregnant pause before he bursts out laughing. His own laughter is just as bright and enthusiastic as Cisco's, and when the younger man rolls over onto the bed and rests his head on Eddie's lap, Eddie smiles brightly down at him, lifting a hand to stroke back Cisco's hair while he picks up his candy again, chewing at it and continuing to chatter.]

Oh my god, really? You had to pad his butt so people wouldn't recognize him?

[Eddie laughs a bit more, his fingers digging into Cisco's hair affectionately.]

I guess, now that you mention it, I might recognize it if it weren't padded. It does sorta go in when it should go out. Like...like an inverse butt? An innie instead of an outtie?

[It's mean, and Eddie knows it, but Cisco started it, and it's fun, poking gentle fun at a mutual friend. Deep down, Eddie knows that part of it is from his own place of insecurity, that he's still a little jealous of Barry and what Barry had meant to Iris. A little threatened by that too. And he knows how much Cisco loved Barry, so maybe it's a little nice, a little bit of an ego boost, to have Cisco lying in his lap looking up at him like that and assuring him that he has a great butt, that he wants him to look wicked hot in it.

Grinning a little, Eddie gently pokes Cisco in the nose.]

I see. I don't suppose you have any ulterior motives for me to look wicked hot in my costume, huh?