Barry wasn’t looking at Cisco when he opened his eyes, and the speedster’s expression was easy to read. It was his fault that Cisco had to relive that, and have nightmares. He hated that he couldn’t help him, and it was plain to see that he beat himself up about it. Returning his gaze to his friend, he smiled. “Absolutely. I was about to offer for you to stay here or me to stay with you either way. Joe’s not around too much so it shouldn’t be an issue. I’m going to get my own place soon anyways though. Just to be safe.”
Cisco watched as Barry’s face went from a pained expression to a smile. “What’s got you so down, man? Is it me bringing up these nightmares? ‘Cause that’s not your fault.” Cisco said, laying a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “In that alternate timeline, I tried to figure out what went wrong when we captured the reverse flash and he got out. I was the one to lead myself into that situation. I got myself killed. You going back in time saved me. Thank you, Barry. You brought me back to life.” Cisco gave his friend a reassuring smile. He knew it might not help, but he was hoping it would. After all, with Thawne, nobody would have even known he was killed. Thawne would have made up some crap story about leaving town, probably. “Thanks man. I can make breakfast in the morning if this headache stops. I’m a pretty decent cook.”
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