[ That cold surface of calm cracks, when Eddie presses his face into Cisco's hair like that, worried and tender. He can tell that this isn't going to last much longer. That there's a tidal wave coming, and he doesn't want to be out here in the open when it hits. So when Eddie asks if he wants to come home, Cisco nods, getting to his feet and walking with Eddie down to the car.
He gets all settled in the front seat automatically - his hands have been through the movements of closing the door and pulling on a seatbelt so often that they do them without needing to be told. But then he doesn't go back to being still. As Eddie drives, Cisco's hands pluck and twitch at his pant legs, smoothing out folds around his knees, picking at tiny pieces of dust and lint.
Unprompted, he says: ]
I was walking along the road and- he was just- he was just there.
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He gets all settled in the front seat automatically - his hands have been through the movements of closing the door and pulling on a seatbelt so often that they do them without needing to be told. But then he doesn't go back to being still. As Eddie drives, Cisco's hands pluck and twitch at his pant legs, smoothing out folds around his knees, picking at tiny pieces of dust and lint.
Unprompted, he says: ]
I was walking along the road and- he was just- he was just there.