[ Save my mom, he says, and Bruce feels for a moment like he's caught in a trap. It's a painful one, quick and sharp, like a fish hook in his ribs; the instinct to say that's dangerous, don't meddle with things you don't understand, you don't know what could happen, but it's cut directly against immediate and visceral empathy.
He keeps hold of Barry's hand, and brings his other to the younger man's face, stroking over his cheekbone and holding him there, taking a moment. Just not wanting him to feel too out to see while he's quiet.
Eventually, he says, ]
If you got lost I would miss you very much.
[ But he understands why Barry wants to try.
It's not fair that Clark got to come back and not anyone else. ]
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He keeps hold of Barry's hand, and brings his other to the younger man's face, stroking over his cheekbone and holding him there, taking a moment. Just not wanting him to feel too out to see while he's quiet.
Eventually, he says, ]
If you got lost I would miss you very much.
[ But he understands why Barry wants to try.
It's not fair that Clark got to come back and not anyone else. ]