[ The smile helps - doesn't fix things, but it helps. So does Magnus taking charge, suggesting a concrete course of action so that Cisco can just nod silently and follow after him. There is a tiny diner, only a block and a half from the gate, open at all hours precisely because it is a favorite of the Guard members returning after patrols or missions. Cisco follows Magnus to it and walks inside after him, and the two of them make their way to a slightly grimy booth in a corner, a good distance from the other few patrons scattered around, eating their breakfasts.

Cisco doesn't sit down so much as collapse into the seat, crossing his arms tightly around his chest in a gesture he doesn't quite realize is so obviously self-comforting. He is still trembling, but his breathing is a bit more normal. Magnus was right to suggest this - it's easier to talk sitting, so he doesn't have to look up quite so much, and the smell of pancakes and bustling sounds from the diner's kitchen help to chip away at the lingering horror Cisco is feeling. Besides, those few moments of silence as they walked here helped him to gather his thoughts, so he pre-empts even before Magnus can ask: ]

It's not magic. I can't do magic, like Taako or whatever. But... I do get visions. Of the past, and the present and... the future, sometimes.