[And Eddie wouldn't offer if he didn't actually want to help out. So when she accepts the offer, even if she's requesting that he not cook for her, he smiles, bright and warm.]
It's the least I can do for showing up late.
[He catches her eyes, mouth curved into a warm smile.]
And god, I wouldn't bring you Big Belly Burger when you're trying to heal. You need something with actual nutrients, you know? Which is, by the way, the reason I offered to cook, and it's not much trouble at all. I like cooking.
[The smile widens a little as he looks at her.]
But if you really object, what kind of takeout do you like?
In this situation, better late than the alternative. [ Never would mean she'd likely be dead right now. Or hurt a lot worse than she is. Caitlin is just going to focus on the good, here. Only the good. ]
Well, if you're going to insist on cooking. I mean, I would hate to deprive you of an activity you like. I like cooking, too.
[ She sighs softly. ] It's one of the few things I do outside of work these days.
[He smiles, a little self-deprecatingly, ducking his head to the side and shrugging it off. Because it's true, that she might have been hurt worse or killed if he hadn't been there, but it's his job. And he does wish he'd been there sooner.
When she accepts his offer of cooking for her and says she likes it, he smiles, abruptly.]
Really? What kind of food do you like? I love trying new things, maybe I could look up some recipes?
[ There's an urge to reassure him. That, yes, it's his job, but that doesn't make what he did any less heroic or any less appreciated. She could probably try, but she'll never feel like she can thank him enough.
When he asks about food, she carefully reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ear, making sure not to aggravate the soreness in her back. ]
I... I'm not overly particular? When I cook for myself, it's usually chicken or fish with vegetables. I like Chinese food and Indian, though I can't handle much spice. Greek food is good. I'm... easy, I guess.
[It's a relief, that she's letting him do it - it isn't so much a guilt thing as it is an interest in making sure she's okay, that she's taken care of. Because maybe it sounds a bit like she doesn't have many people who are taking care of her, aside from Cisco.
And it doesn't hurt that she's really cute. Like. Really cute. Especially when she lifts her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear like that.]
Alright. I've got a few ideas. Give me a call, whenever you have time, and I'll come over to your place.
[Reaching out, he rests his hand over hers, squeezes lightly, and then releases it.]
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It's the least I can do for showing up late.
[He catches her eyes, mouth curved into a warm smile.]
And god, I wouldn't bring you Big Belly Burger when you're trying to heal. You need something with actual nutrients, you know? Which is, by the way, the reason I offered to cook, and it's not much trouble at all. I like cooking.
[The smile widens a little as he looks at her.]
But if you really object, what kind of takeout do you like?
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Well, if you're going to insist on cooking. I mean, I would hate to deprive you of an activity you like. I like cooking, too.
[ She sighs softly. ] It's one of the few things I do outside of work these days.
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[He smiles, a little self-deprecatingly, ducking his head to the side and shrugging it off. Because it's true, that she might have been hurt worse or killed if he hadn't been there, but it's his job. And he does wish he'd been there sooner.
When she accepts his offer of cooking for her and says she likes it, he smiles, abruptly.]
Really? What kind of food do you like? I love trying new things, maybe I could look up some recipes?
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When he asks about food, she carefully reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ear, making sure not to aggravate the soreness in her back. ]
I... I'm not overly particular? When I cook for myself, it's usually chicken or fish with vegetables. I like Chinese food and Indian, though I can't handle much spice. Greek food is good. I'm... easy, I guess.
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And it doesn't hurt that she's really cute. Like. Really cute. Especially when she lifts her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear like that.]
Alright. I've got a few ideas. Give me a call, whenever you have time, and I'll come over to your place.
[Reaching out, he rests his hand over hers, squeezes lightly, and then releases it.]
That okay with you?