[ It's the way Bruce looks to him as he says those words that gets Barry's heart to practically skip a beat. Something something the guy he has a huge crush on and came for four times last night (this morning?) believes in him and possibly thinks he's marvelous in his own speedy metahuman ways... it has him smiling to the other man. Warm. Bright. Like sunshine stretched across the early morning sky. What a shame to think this world might eventually crush and tear apart someone with such a brightness to them despite the hardships they've carried with them.
At least, for now, it doesn't and he has this moment here with the other man.
Leaning in, he bumps his nose against Bruce's, breath soft with quiet laughter as he lets his eyes fall shut and just nuzzles him with so much affection for the other man... maybe he's already emotionally tangled up in him in ways he can't free himself from. But he doesn't seem to care. How can he when he feels... like this? ]
Thank you.
[ The words are a whisper against Bruce's lips and he doesn't exactly refer to what he is thanking him for. Believing in him, asking him to join his team, breakfast, fucking him hard and good, telling him of his possible future self visiting him... maybe it's all of the above, who's to say. Not Barry. Because rather than elaborate on that, he kisses Bruce. Warm but playfully feverish as he smiles into that kiss, arms crossing around him with a pleased little hum on his lips. ]
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At least, for now, it doesn't and he has this moment here with the other man.
Leaning in, he bumps his nose against Bruce's, breath soft with quiet laughter as he lets his eyes fall shut and just nuzzles him with so much affection for the other man... maybe he's already emotionally tangled up in him in ways he can't free himself from. But he doesn't seem to care. How can he when he feels... like this? ]
Thank you.
[ The words are a whisper against Bruce's lips and he doesn't exactly refer to what he is thanking him for. Believing in him, asking him to join his team, breakfast, fucking him hard and good, telling him of his possible future self visiting him... maybe it's all of the above, who's to say. Not Barry. Because rather than elaborate on that, he kisses Bruce. Warm but playfully feverish as he smiles into that kiss, arms crossing around him with a pleased little hum on his lips. ]