[Silently, he appreciates the space, even though another part of him is hurt by it. He's heard, at least a little bit, from Paco about how different things were for him and Dante. How close they were. And while he can't really picture any situation where the two of them would probably really have a lot of emotional moments or anything, the distance? That's familiar. And it hurts because he always thought he'd have time to work on it, to fix things, and...time ran out so soon.
He laughs at the sentiment, abrupt and hollow, devoid of any real humor. He nods a little.] Yeah.... yeah, it does.
[It's funny, the way emotions work, the way they can cycle so quickly and slide one right into the other so seamlessly. For all that he isn't sure what to do with this copy of his brother standing in front of him, there's a small bubble of panic rising in his chest at the thought of him leaving, words pouring out of Cisco's mouth before he has time to process them and realize how desperate it sounds.] You don't have to leave. [Oh. Now he notices. His eyes drop to his shoes again.]
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He laughs at the sentiment, abrupt and hollow, devoid of any real humor. He nods a little.] Yeah.... yeah, it does.
[It's funny, the way emotions work, the way they can cycle so quickly and slide one right into the other so seamlessly. For all that he isn't sure what to do with this copy of his brother standing in front of him, there's a small bubble of panic rising in his chest at the thought of him leaving, words pouring out of Cisco's mouth before he has time to process them and realize how desperate it sounds.] You don't have to leave. [Oh. Now he notices. His eyes drop to his shoes again.]