[ Cisco, who had been entirely expecting some kind of joke or brush-off exactly like that, just smiles. It isn't like his earlier ones, thin and wan and sad, but a real, actual smile. If there is one silver lining to this whole experience (not that Cisco wants to admit there is one, because that would feel like excusing the inexcusable) it's that he has a kind of clarity and perspective that are new.
That perspective says that actions speak so much louder than words that the difference is incomparable. Barry and Caitlin could say they were Cisco's friends, but they had only acted like it when it suited them. Hell, Eobard had said he loved Cisco, thought of him as a son, and then murdered him.
And here Taako is, complaining that he thought Cisco's sappy speech would never end, all while gently twisting Cisco's hair together into braids, careful and soothing. He had forgiven Cisco at once, had come over to keep him company even though he is the hottest of hot messes at the moment, and he stands to gain nothing from the whole thing.
Cisco doesn't need words from Taako - his actions are more than enough. ]
Okay. Gimme a shot, then. I wanna see if I can still do a crown braid. Lemme check this out first, though.
[ Cisco gets up off the couch, makes his way over into the little attached bathroom so he can examine his hair in the mirror. He makes tiny appreciative noises at what Taako had done with his hair, pauses a few extra moment to splash some cold water on his face and clean himself up a little. It is still obvious that he had cried earlier, and he's a touch flushed from the booze, but he looks semi-human, at least.
When he comes back he has a few elastics, and seems more stable than he has since Taako arrived. ]
I used to be okay at this, but it's been a few years. I'd always get put on braid duty for the little cousins when there were big family whatevers.
[ Cisco undoes Taako's hair, shaking it out loose and finger-combing it quickly before he gets started. ]
So did you hear anything about what made us forget stuff? I mean... how, or why?
[ He hadn't been in the researching mood, since he'd gotten his memories back, but now that he is feeling a little more himself, he's starting to be curious. ]
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That perspective says that actions speak so much louder than words that the difference is incomparable. Barry and Caitlin could say they were Cisco's friends, but they had only acted like it when it suited them. Hell, Eobard had said he loved Cisco, thought of him as a son, and then murdered him.
And here Taako is, complaining that he thought Cisco's sappy speech would never end, all while gently twisting Cisco's hair together into braids, careful and soothing. He had forgiven Cisco at once, had come over to keep him company even though he is the hottest of hot messes at the moment, and he stands to gain nothing from the whole thing.
Cisco doesn't need words from Taako - his actions are more than enough. ]
Okay. Gimme a shot, then. I wanna see if I can still do a crown braid. Lemme check this out first, though.
[ Cisco gets up off the couch, makes his way over into the little attached bathroom so he can examine his hair in the mirror. He makes tiny appreciative noises at what Taako had done with his hair, pauses a few extra moment to splash some cold water on his face and clean himself up a little. It is still obvious that he had cried earlier, and he's a touch flushed from the booze, but he looks semi-human, at least.
When he comes back he has a few elastics, and seems more stable than he has since Taako arrived. ]
I used to be okay at this, but it's been a few years. I'd always get put on braid duty for the little cousins when there were big family whatevers.
[ Cisco undoes Taako's hair, shaking it out loose and finger-combing it quickly before he gets started. ]
So did you hear anything about what made us forget stuff? I mean... how, or why?
[ He hadn't been in the researching mood, since he'd gotten his memories back, but now that he is feeling a little more himself, he's starting to be curious. ]