[ The way Barry's face lifts with a gentle sort of hope here in the shower is something he hasn't felt for a long time concerning his father. The fact that Bruce would help — he believes him, doesn't he? He wouldn't just be doing this if he didn't, in some capacity, so it means a lot to him that he would. That someone would actually listen to him for once and not just write him off as some kid blinded by the fact that their father would never do such a thing.

It has Barry lick over his lips — has him bring his hands back up to cup at Bruce's neck and leans in to kiss him. Sweetly. Though with a faint heat of desire there for the other man still. ]

I need you.

[ He lets the words brush over Bruce's lips... and then his thoughts begin their rapid fire in switching in and out as they do. Because Barry isn't stupid — he's quite smart actually. So it dawns on him, even without Bruce having to say or insinuate anything that this might come off... a certain way and the thought has Barry scrunch his face up then. A tilt of his head, his brows knit together; he wants to make something awkwardly clear here. ]

Please don't think — this isn't because of that. I'm not — I don't do things like that. You're just my friend who I happen to really really like and if there's anyone who would believe me it would be you, I would hope and I just...

[ Pausing, he takes a breath and looks up to Bruce with a soft smile amidst the water falling down around them. ]

It would mean a lot to me. Like you do.

[ He likes to think Bruce wouldn't think him a whore or something, but with the way Barry's mind is capable of jumping from one topic to the next as quickly as it does, there's that (awkward) part of him that feels he needs to make that clear.

Letting his hands slip away from the other man's neck, he smooths them over the front of that chest instead, Barry peeking up at him from wet lashes before he huffs a soft and sheepish laugh. ]

I'm... very charming and romantic... in case you couldn't tell.