[ At the quiet admission and confession, Barry gently lets his gaze drift over to Bruce from his seat there at the counter. He's glad that the other man hadn't just dipped out — which, ok. He lives here, sure. But that doesn't mean he couldn't have left a note saying he needed to go out, something something signatures needed, forgot stuff at some place I own, etc. He could easily make up any excuse to slip out and tell Barry he was free to shower and eat whatever before heading back to Central City... but he hadn't and the younger man appreciates that for a number of reasons.
It's just now, like Bruce admits, he's not all that sure what to do with this moment here between them after it all. It's one he knew was going to come, even from the moment they first kissed on that couch. He knew "tomorrow would come" and they'd have to deal with however they felt after it all, just... it sort of sucks? To not know or to feel as if you're tip-toeing around it, unsure if something might rock the boat in a way that could make things awkward.
But they both don't want to forget. He remembers that so clearly.
After a moment and another glance given to the man out of the corner of his eye, he gently reaches out to touch his wrist and with a bit of a tug to it, as if to get his attention, he pulls Bruce over as he himself leans in and he kisses the man. Soft. Sweet. A little more slow than how his kisses might have been last night. Fingers curling some around that wrist, he lets lips slip away from Bruce's, lingering close as he huffs a quiet laugh. ]
That... wasn't a suggestion for an idea. [ A beat. ] Un..less you want it to be? I just wanted to kiss you.
[ And remind him that he's here. He's not alone. ]
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It's just now, like Bruce admits, he's not all that sure what to do with this moment here between them after it all. It's one he knew was going to come, even from the moment they first kissed on that couch. He knew "tomorrow would come" and they'd have to deal with however they felt after it all, just... it sort of sucks? To not know or to feel as if you're tip-toeing around it, unsure if something might rock the boat in a way that could make things awkward.
But they both don't want to forget. He remembers that so clearly.
After a moment and another glance given to the man out of the corner of his eye, he gently reaches out to touch his wrist and with a bit of a tug to it, as if to get his attention, he pulls Bruce over as he himself leans in and he kisses the man. Soft. Sweet. A little more slow than how his kisses might have been last night. Fingers curling some around that wrist, he lets lips slip away from Bruce's, lingering close as he huffs a quiet laugh. ]
That... wasn't a suggestion for an idea. [ A beat. ] Un..less you want it to be? I just wanted to kiss you.
[ And remind him that he's here. He's not alone. ]