barry.

Barry had seen far too many people he cared for
leave. Some alive, and some dead. And the last
thing he wanted to happen, was to have Blaine be
added to that list. He was tired of those close to
him getting hurt or worse. But he also understood
why the other did it, and he’s proud of course. That
didn’t stop the panic that had bubbled inside him, the
worry, but also the relief once he realized Blaine
was okay. The speedster gave his hand a squeeze,
and a rather small smile. Before resting his head
against the other’s shoulder, as he sighed; “It’s— it’s
fine, I get it, I know why you did it. And I’m, I’m just
glad that you’re okay.”

Rolling his lips between the front of his teeth–Blaine
watched Barry close trying to gage his reaction and
compare it to what he was saying.  Was he really okay?
Or was he still reading what Blaine considered–though
those close to him would argue the opposite considering
he had put himself in a rough spot potentially–too much
into what happened and worrying anyway.  Hey.  Blaine
considered himself to be a master at it.  He shifted as he
smiled the same size of smile back.  Then thought better
and decided to turn until he could wrap both arms around
Barry’s shoulders and pull him in close so he could rest
his chin on top of his head.  “Are you sure it’s fine?  Or
are you just saying that,” he whispered and squeezed
tight.  “I promise I’m not going to get hurt. Okay? Not
now.  Not ever.  But I can never promise to turn a blind
eye to anyone who needs help.  I hope you understand?”