[ When coaxed, Barry leaves his chair for Bruce's lap, dropping himself down in a way that has him straddling the other man. His robe falls open at his chest, the belt hanging loosely around his waist, hands choosing to settle on either side of Bruce's neck while soft brown eyes curiously search the face of the man he finds himself becoming emotionally tangled in. Whether that's good or bad is something time still has yet to determine. ]
I have to try... [ He murmurs then, thumbs stroking over Bruce's neck he holds. ] ...I can't not.
[ He doesn't ask if Bruce would do the same because it seems unfair to almost guilt him into agreeing with him. Not that he doesn't, but. It's clear he has some reservations about it and sure, Barry can understand that. To an extent. But if the law wasn't going to help his father, then he'd have to do it himself. However he can and if that means running back further in time? Then that's what he'll do. Soon as he can figure it out.
In the meantime, he licks over his lips and sighs, gaze dropping while thumbs still stroke over Bruce's neck as he sits there, straddling his lap. ]
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I have to try... [ He murmurs then, thumbs stroking over Bruce's neck he holds. ] ...I can't not.
[ He doesn't ask if Bruce would do the same because it seems unfair to almost guilt him into agreeing with him. Not that he doesn't, but. It's clear he has some reservations about it and sure, Barry can understand that. To an extent. But if the law wasn't going to help his father, then he'd have to do it himself. However he can and if that means running back further in time? Then that's what he'll do. Soon as he can figure it out.
In the meantime, he licks over his lips and sighs, gaze dropping while thumbs still stroke over Bruce's neck as he sits there, straddling his lap. ]
You believe in me. Don't you?