Flexible and focused, Cisco thinks as he looks back at Stiles. The younger man may not have the kind of skill set yet that would've been needed and valued in the heyday of STAR Labs but Cisco can't help thinking that Stiles reminds him of himself at that age. He's not a lot older than Stiles — Cisco is guessing maybe he's got ten years, give or take a year on the guy — but he's old enough to see his past self reflected in Stiles in a way he's never really seen before. It doesn't seem to Cisco like Stiles knows yet exactly what he's reaching for with this project, but he knows that there's something to be reached and he's doing what he can to get there one way or the other. Maybe this is why they got along so well.
"Yeah, like I mean, yeah. We're going to run out of room if we keep going but if there's a connection to be had so far, we'll probably find it more easily if we have more space to spread out; separate before from after and then find the link once all of that is laid out." He isn't sure how effective either approach is going to be, because Cisco's not entirely convinced that this isn't just a big cosmic hiccup. Like maybe the Specials weren't actually intentionally chosen to be here and they're just unfortunate byproducts of this place fucking up as badly as STAR Labs had with the Particle Accelerator: there's a clear and good intention, but something, somewhere along the way, went wrong and now here they are. He doesn't say that out loud, though.
He looks thoughtful at Stiles's point, which given the way he trails off, Cisco thinks maybe is more thinking aloud than responding. All the same, "that's not a bad idea, either. Numbering things. That way when things get moved around for potential connections between two or more puzzle pieces, you don't end up losing track of where they originated all the same. You know?"
Cisco lifts his eyebrows. "I don't want to step on toes or anything, though, man. If you've got a system and my help is gonna fuck that up, trust me, I'm the last person to want to step in on that. Nothing drove me more nuts back home then when I'd have something going on a dry erase board and a coworker who thought they knew better than me would come in and start erasing and adding shit they thought more relevant. I'm not tryin' to be that guy."
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"Yeah, like I mean, yeah. We're going to run out of room if we keep going but if there's a connection to be had so far, we'll probably find it more easily if we have more space to spread out; separate before from after and then find the link once all of that is laid out." He isn't sure how effective either approach is going to be, because Cisco's not entirely convinced that this isn't just a big cosmic hiccup. Like maybe the Specials weren't actually intentionally chosen to be here and they're just unfortunate byproducts of this place fucking up as badly as STAR Labs had with the Particle Accelerator: there's a clear and good intention, but something, somewhere along the way, went wrong and now here they are. He doesn't say that out loud, though.
He looks thoughtful at Stiles's point, which given the way he trails off, Cisco thinks maybe is more thinking aloud than responding. All the same, "that's not a bad idea, either. Numbering things. That way when things get moved around for potential connections between two or more puzzle pieces, you don't end up losing track of where they originated all the same. You know?"
Cisco lifts his eyebrows. "I don't want to step on toes or anything, though, man. If you've got a system and my help is gonna fuck that up, trust me, I'm the last person to want to step in on that. Nothing drove me more nuts back home then when I'd have something going on a dry erase board and a coworker who thought they knew better than me would come in and start erasing and adding shit they thought more relevant. I'm not tryin' to be that guy."