[Cisco hadn't been ambiguous, Eddie understood completely what he was referring to. It's just that those incidents were so common, they'd happened so often that to Eddie, they seem natural, normal, a constant. He'd spent his whole childhood and his early and mid teens getting his ass kicked by boys in the locker room, and Cisco seeing a memory like that is almost akin, in Eddie's mind, to Cisco seeing him fail at a basketball dunk or something. Embarrassing and cringey but not traumatic.
For him, it's Cisco's reaction that catches him off guard. With his eyes all soft and his face concerned, his expression sympathetic, his hand coming up to touch Eddie's face and hair, the way he repeats what he'd seen, his voice choking off at the end. It's as if it was something big and traumatic, a one-time incident.]
I know. It happened all the time. Kids are nasty. I can't imagine I had it any worse than you did, or anything.
[Eddie shrugs a little, bringing his hand up to cup the side of Cisco's face, running his thumb against his lower lip.]
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For him, it's Cisco's reaction that catches him off guard. With his eyes all soft and his face concerned, his expression sympathetic, his hand coming up to touch Eddie's face and hair, the way he repeats what he'd seen, his voice choking off at the end. It's as if it was something big and traumatic, a one-time incident.]
I know. It happened all the time. Kids are nasty. I can't imagine I had it any worse than you did, or anything.
[Eddie shrugs a little, bringing his hand up to cup the side of Cisco's face, running his thumb against his lower lip.]
You okay?