"Well it sure wasn't my fault," he snaps, then grumbles at himself for snapping.

Running a hand through his hair, he studies the tabletop for a moment, then looks up and catches sight of Yamato and the way he's looking now.

Frowning and letting out a sigh, Cisco says, "You guys don't get it. How freaky it is to think about one of you dying. Or, maybe you do and you just handle it better than I do. Either way, I hate it, and I'd just appreciate it if you did it a little less."