[ To be fair, it's not as though he'd get any sort of "special treatment" or "suddenly a raise and vacation time" if he ended up "banging the boss" as it were. It's more that he'd hate to disappoint or piss Bruce off and end up kicked off the team that Clark should have never joked about in some alternate version because Barry had honestly been crushed and anxious at said joke for like five seconds because of it. Granted, that could... still happen even without "banging the boss" but it'd be worse when being tangled up in all those feelings and emotions and things because of Bruce seeming like the type to push someone away from him when he's fed up or done with them.
But Bruce comes to sit with him on the sofa and Barry just watches him there, noting the slight distance between them and how respectful it seems. He can appreciate that. Really. But he also feels like he needs to step his own game up and just lay it all out for the other man here with him.
Because, you know, he's done so well with that thus far.
The thing about it all is just... they're not drunk. They're not intoxicated, on anything, rebounding or looking for a distraction from something or someone. At least not here in this very moment and it makes it all the more conscious of what's being said and done. Anything that happens can't exactly be written off as an accident or neither of them were in the right state of mind at the time. They're both very much here and both have to deal with tomorrow.
But deep down Barry wants that, doesn't want to be a "sorry we shouldn't have done that" in Bruce's life. Doesn't want to be another weight of guilt to add to the many ones he already carries on his shoulders and it's maybe that one thing he needs to boost his confidence and push aside the usual awkward way he has of being.
So Barry is the one to reach out first and he does so in chasing after Bruce's lips with his own. A kiss. It's not quick, there's no blue crackles of electricity and lightning around him. He's swift but slow, like how he often sees the world around him at times. But it's just for a moment, regardless of how "slow" it might be, and he can feel his heart pounding in his chest like the hummingbird that even he himself can be sometimes.
Lingering there, he licks over his lips, humming for a moment as fists at the sofa cushion a bit before letting the ghost of a smile touch his lips then. ]
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that Clark should have never joked about in some alternate version because Barry had honestly been crushed and anxious at said joke for like five secondsbecause of it. Granted, that could... still happen even without "banging the boss" but it'd be worse when being tangled up in all those feelings and emotions and things because of Bruce seeming like the type to push someone away from him when he's fed up or done with them.But Bruce comes to sit with him on the sofa and Barry just watches him there, noting the slight distance between them and how respectful it seems. He can appreciate that. Really. But he also feels like he needs to step his own game up and just lay it all out for the other man here with him.
Because, you know, he's done so well with that thus far.
The thing about it all is just... they're not drunk. They're not intoxicated, on anything, rebounding or looking for a distraction from something or someone. At least not here in this very moment and it makes it all the more conscious of what's being said and done. Anything that happens can't exactly be written off as an accident or neither of them were in the right state of mind at the time. They're both very much here and both have to deal with tomorrow.
But deep down Barry wants that, doesn't want to be a "sorry we shouldn't have done that" in Bruce's life. Doesn't want to be another weight of guilt to add to the many ones he already carries on his shoulders and it's maybe that one thing he needs to boost his confidence and push aside the usual awkward way he has of being.
So Barry is the one to reach out first and he does so in chasing after Bruce's lips with his own. A kiss. It's not quick, there's no blue crackles of electricity and lightning around him. He's swift but slow, like how he often sees the world around him at times. But it's just for a moment, regardless of how "slow" it might be, and he can feel his heart pounding in his chest like the hummingbird that even he himself can be sometimes.
Lingering there, he licks over his lips, humming for a moment as fists at the sofa cushion a bit before letting the ghost of a smile touch his lips then. ]
That would be saying so.