[ If he were sober Cisco would spend those moments of quiet wondering what Eddie's thinking and feeling, trying to piece it together, asking questions, being curious. But right now he's not worried about a whole lot. He is hungry, though, so he rolls away from Eddie just long enough to grab a bag of chips from the foot of the bed, which seems like a pretty enormous effort. He opens them and starts eating with obvious, excessive, and vociferous happiness. ]
We should do tests. Lots more tests. The more tests I do the better I can understand how it works and the better I understand how it works the safer I can keep you and that's really important.
[ Cisco scoffs, when Eddie says he was threatened, which in a way is insensitive, but might also be a little flattering, too. It's not the scoff of of course you were, he's Oliver Queen, who wouldn't want him? but rather the scoff of why would you feel threatened when you're obviously so much better?. ]
You're a lot handsomer. I never got the three list thing. Celebrities are terrifying. I ran into Idris Elba once at the freakin' post office and I only shook his hand and that was way too much. I'd never wanna fuck a celebrity, even if I was single, and even if they were Idris-level hot.
[ That's the top tier of hot, and Eddie will know that because he's a man with eyes. ]
Can we have... a different kinda three list? I want - [ Cisco struggles a little to sit up a bit, leaning back against his elbows, dopey and happy, having a hard time getting the words out because he keeps interrupting himself with giggles. ] - to have a three list. Of people. I'm allowed to punch. Without you getting mad.
[ Cisco giggles at that for a while. It's funny because it's the opposite, and also because he's not really a very punch-inclined type of guy. He clarifies ]
I'm not talking about taking down bad guys either or self defense. I mean just people who I can smack right in the kisser and you won't arrest me or whatever.
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[ If he were sober Cisco would spend those moments of quiet wondering what Eddie's thinking and feeling, trying to piece it together, asking questions, being curious. But right now he's not worried about a whole lot. He is hungry, though, so he rolls away from Eddie just long enough to grab a bag of chips from the foot of the bed, which seems like a pretty enormous effort. He opens them and starts eating with obvious, excessive, and vociferous happiness. ]
We should do tests. Lots more tests. The more tests I do the better I can understand how it works and the better I understand how it works the safer I can keep you and that's really important.
[ Cisco scoffs, when Eddie says he was threatened, which in a way is insensitive, but might also be a little flattering, too. It's not the scoff of of course you were, he's Oliver Queen, who wouldn't want him? but rather the scoff of why would you feel threatened when you're obviously so much better?. ]
You're a lot handsomer. I never got the three list thing. Celebrities are terrifying. I ran into Idris Elba once at the freakin' post office and I only shook his hand and that was way too much. I'd never wanna fuck a celebrity, even if I was single, and even if they were Idris-level hot.
[ That's the top tier of hot, and Eddie will know that because he's a man with eyes. ]
Can we have... a different kinda three list? I want - [ Cisco struggles a little to sit up a bit, leaning back against his elbows, dopey and happy, having a hard time getting the words out because he keeps interrupting himself with giggles. ] - to have a three list. Of people. I'm allowed to punch. Without you getting mad.
[ Cisco giggles at that for a while. It's funny because it's the opposite, and also because he's not really a very punch-inclined type of guy. He clarifies ]
I'm not talking about taking down bad guys either or self defense. I mean just people who I can smack right in the kisser and you won't arrest me or whatever.