[ Cisco doesn't start crying properly until Eddie's arms are around him, crushing him, a little too tight in the best possible way. Right now Cisco wants a little too tight, a little too close. He hides his face against Eddie's chest, breaths going hiccupy and irregular as Eddie starts stroking his hair. It's comforting, and Cisco registers that dimly, but there's so much built up terror in him that he needs to purge from his systems. He cries, but it is almost silent, awful and wracking.
Eddies voice is soothing - the tone, the familiar low hum of it, but his words themselves are wrong, and Cisco knows it. He shakes his head, saying thickly: ]
He wasn't. Our date at the bistro this weekend. He- he knew what we ordered. He must've been so close and we just didn't-
[ And the thought of at - Eobard, close but unseen, spying on them when the two of them felt alone and safe - is enough to send him tipping down towards panic. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to remember the exercises he's learned, to make himself breathe in and out, slowly, but it's hard to force his uncooperative body. ]
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Eddies voice is soothing - the tone, the familiar low hum of it, but his words themselves are wrong, and Cisco knows it. He shakes his head, saying thickly: ]
He wasn't. Our date at the bistro this weekend. He- he knew what we ordered. He must've been so close and we just didn't-
[ And the thought of at - Eobard, close but unseen, spying on them when the two of them felt alone and safe - is enough to send him tipping down towards panic. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to remember the exercises he's learned, to make himself breathe in and out, slowly, but it's hard to force his uncooperative body. ]