[ When Cisco hears the door open so quickly, he looks up, eyes round with fear for a moment until he recognizes fear. He'd thought, in an instant - a doctor, rushing past, something gone wrong in recovery, complications, the illusion of safety exposed as nothing but a lie....
But it's just Finn. Who Cisco had known was coming, but it's still a little unexpected, seeing him in this strange, quiet place. Cisco watches, silent, still-faced, as Finn makes his way over, drops down and sets a hand on his shoulder, pointing all that intensity and all that emotion right at him. It would be daunting, in other circumstances. But right now, Cisco's feeling so numb and overwhelmed that he takes it entirely in stride. ]
Hey, Finn.
[ His eyes are dry, his breathing even, but there's something a little... disconnected about him. Something off. The only sign of his stress and worry are his nails - habitually kept short, know bitten down to a painful point, looking a lot worse for wear. ]
I just got word. This other guy, Officer Mathis, he didn't make it. But they said everybody else is stable.
[ Not that that necessarily matters to Finn, but, what else is there to say? And he had to say something. Besides, it's not impossible Finn might've known the guy. Only the polite thing to do. ]
Sorry to hear that. [ Glad it's not worse than that.
He didn't know him. He won't cry for him. But it matters. It's a hole where someone used to be, now, ragged at the edges, pulling at the people who did know him, who will cry for him.
Comfort has never necessarily been Finn's forte, and he knows that much about himself. He never learned gentleness-- something a person can't learn, maybe, a feeling or instinct he has that he never learned to wield. Sometimes it's the same as restraint. As holding back. Sometimes it's so much more than that.
Cisco's one of his. A friend, a part of the team. After every kindness Cisco's ever shown him, after everything he's ever done to help, the very least Finn can do is try to return the favor. However he can. ]
Do you want a hug?
[ He picks want over need deliberately. Pretty much anytime he can. As far as the friends he's made in the Quarantine go, it's better to give them the choice than it is to have them turn down something they want because they think they don't or shouldn't "need" it. ]
[ There is something so careful in the way Finn asks that; Cisco doesn't know why, exactly, but it pierces through that shell of numbness around him, makes his eyes suddenly go hot with tears and his throat feel tight. He manages to swallow back the surge of emotion, but he doesn't trust his voice. Mutely, he nods, and when Finn hugs him, Cisco squeezes his friend tightly, eyes shut. Finn will be able to feel the way Cisco is shaking - all the adrenaline and stress have left him a little trembly.
Hoarsely, he manages: ]
Thank you for coming.
[ And he's glad that Finn offered; he wouldn't have known how to ask, but it's good to have someone there, even if they are not speaking. It helps, more than Cisco would've thought, not to be alone. There aren't many people he'd be okay with letting see him like this. But Finn will understand. Cisco's sure of that. Finn had trusted Cisco, when he was having such a hard time with those fireworks. He'd trusted Cisco with the story of his past. And Cisco is willing to trust him, in return. More than most other people he's met in this place, Cisco is fairly certain that Finn is, deep down to his bones, a good person. ]
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But it's just Finn. Who Cisco had known was coming, but it's still a little unexpected, seeing him in this strange, quiet place. Cisco watches, silent, still-faced, as Finn makes his way over, drops down and sets a hand on his shoulder, pointing all that intensity and all that emotion right at him. It would be daunting, in other circumstances. But right now, Cisco's feeling so numb and overwhelmed that he takes it entirely in stride. ]
Hey, Finn.
[ His eyes are dry, his breathing even, but there's something a little... disconnected about him. Something off. The only sign of his stress and worry are his nails - habitually kept short, know bitten down to a painful point, looking a lot worse for wear. ]
I just got word. This other guy, Officer Mathis, he didn't make it. But they said everybody else is stable.
[ Not that that necessarily matters to Finn, but, what else is there to say? And he had to say something. Besides, it's not impossible Finn might've known the guy. Only the polite thing to do. ]
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He didn't know him. He won't cry for him. But it matters. It's a hole where someone used to be, now, ragged at the edges, pulling at the people who did know him, who will cry for him.
Comfort has never necessarily been Finn's forte, and he knows that much about himself. He never learned gentleness-- something a person can't learn, maybe, a feeling or instinct he has that he never learned to wield. Sometimes it's the same as restraint. As holding back. Sometimes it's so much more than that.
Cisco's one of his. A friend, a part of the team. After every kindness Cisco's ever shown him, after everything he's ever done to help, the very least Finn can do is try to return the favor. However he can. ]
Do you want a hug?
[ He picks want over need deliberately. Pretty much anytime he can. As far as the friends he's made in the Quarantine go, it's better to give them the choice than it is to have them turn down something they want because they think they don't or shouldn't "need" it. ]
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Hoarsely, he manages: ]
Thank you for coming.
[ And he's glad that Finn offered; he wouldn't have known how to ask, but it's good to have someone there, even if they are not speaking. It helps, more than Cisco would've thought, not to be alone. There aren't many people he'd be okay with letting see him like this. But Finn will understand. Cisco's sure of that. Finn had trusted Cisco, when he was having such a hard time with those fireworks. He'd trusted Cisco with the story of his past. And Cisco is willing to trust him, in return. More than most other people he's met in this place, Cisco is fairly certain that Finn is, deep down to his bones, a good person. ]