[ Cisco has just gotten to the table, holding the plate with two slices of cake on it, when Eddie says what he does about Eobard. His jaw goes tight at the way Eddie says when I was with him; he feels a flare of white-hot rage, and he's probably never hated Eobard quite as much as he does right at that second. But he doesn't speak, waiting for Eddie to finish. For Cisco, anger flares hot, but passes quickly. He knows it won't help anyone, being mad about things he can't change.
He sets the plate down softly and comes over to where Eddie is standing. Quietly, gently, he bids: ]
C'mere.
[ Leading Eddie over, Cisco gets him sitting down. His boyfriend looks pale, and distressed, and probably needs to sit more than he realized. Cisco pulls one of the other chairs over so he can sit very close, and he settles down as well. It's a good idea, not to have this conversation standing up, and also gives him a minute to delay and figure out what he's going to say. ]
Do you know what Dr. Wells was always very, very good at? [ Cisco doesn't leave time for Eddie to answer. ] He knew all the right things to say, to turn people on each other so they didn't have the energy to come at him. I didn't see it at the time, but... he had me and Hartley at each other's throats competing over his approval, so neither of us would notice all the shady crap he was up to. And I think he... said all the right things to make you turn on yourself, 'cause you were a danger to him, and he knew that.
[ Cisco reaches over, lays a hand on Eddie's knee, meeting his gaze, expression full of sadness and concern and conviction. ]
So fuck what he said. He was a pathetic old creep who wouldn't know a meaningful thing if it bit him in the ass.
[ Cisco's voice is going a touch hoarse, but he holds back the emotion, because right now it is urgently important that Eddie hear him, focus on what he's saying rather than his affect. ]
You matter, Eddie. What happened to you as a kid matters. What Dr. Wells did to you matters. It's all important. Not just the dying. All of it.
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He sets the plate down softly and comes over to where Eddie is standing. Quietly, gently, he bids: ]
C'mere.
[ Leading Eddie over, Cisco gets him sitting down. His boyfriend looks pale, and distressed, and probably needs to sit more than he realized. Cisco pulls one of the other chairs over so he can sit very close, and he settles down as well. It's a good idea, not to have this conversation standing up, and also gives him a minute to delay and figure out what he's going to say. ]
Do you know what Dr. Wells was always very, very good at? [ Cisco doesn't leave time for Eddie to answer. ] He knew all the right things to say, to turn people on each other so they didn't have the energy to come at him. I didn't see it at the time, but... he had me and Hartley at each other's throats competing over his approval, so neither of us would notice all the shady crap he was up to. And I think he... said all the right things to make you turn on yourself, 'cause you were a danger to him, and he knew that.
[ Cisco reaches over, lays a hand on Eddie's knee, meeting his gaze, expression full of sadness and concern and conviction. ]
So fuck what he said. He was a pathetic old creep who wouldn't know a meaningful thing if it bit him in the ass.
[ Cisco's voice is going a touch hoarse, but he holds back the emotion, because right now it is urgently important that Eddie hear him, focus on what he's saying rather than his affect. ]
You matter, Eddie. What happened to you as a kid matters. What Dr. Wells did to you matters. It's all important. Not just the dying. All of it.