Cisco's glad Rory seems to be taking this the same direction he is and not bothering letting anyone else here know they know each other. They're here for specific reasons, that's it.
One sentence is all it takes for him to piece together exactly who Mick is here for and it makes a frown crease his forehead as he lifts his head to listen a little closer. He wonders what, exactly, happened, but questions aren't allowed and with their lives, he probably can't just freely talk about the specifics anyway. Not that anyone ever wants to talk specifics.
Cisco's genuinely shocked by that admission and he'd be lying if he said it didn't tug at something in his chest. He twists his fingers together, staring hard at the tile floor, trying to think of something, anything to say. He keeps it neutral, non-specific, he's talking to everyone not just Mick.
"People keep telling me 'give it time', 'it gets easier'..." He shakes his head. "I don't think it does. I think, eventually, you just-- go numb and maybe it hurts a little less, but it doesn't ever go away." His voice is quiet, but easily heard in the small space of the room, and he casts a glance over at Mick before finding his gaze on his shoes again.
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Date: 2016-12-09 07:33 pm (UTC)One sentence is all it takes for him to piece together exactly who Mick is here for and it makes a frown crease his forehead as he lifts his head to listen a little closer. He wonders what, exactly, happened, but questions aren't allowed and with their lives, he probably can't just freely talk about the specifics anyway. Not that anyone ever wants to talk specifics.
Cisco's genuinely shocked by that admission and he'd be lying if he said it didn't tug at something in his chest. He twists his fingers together, staring hard at the tile floor, trying to think of something, anything to say. He keeps it neutral, non-specific, he's talking to everyone not just Mick.
"People keep telling me 'give it time', 'it gets easier'..." He shakes his head. "I don't think it does. I think, eventually, you just-- go numb and maybe it hurts a little less, but it doesn't ever go away." His voice is quiet, but easily heard in the small space of the room, and he casts a glance over at Mick before finding his gaze on his shoes again.