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“Thanks.”Interesting, Barry thinks, how he can say especially not you despite the lies, the people he stabbed in the back and hearts he toyed around with.  Blaine always did see better in him than he did himself.  Not to say that Barry thought he was a bad man- he was better than a lot he had met in his life, but he knows where his issues were and that they were plentiful.

He appreciates the movement of the conversation, dropping the sadder topics not because they were that difficult to talk about after all of the times he’s wound up repeating it over the years, he simply didn’t enjoy it and usually avoided details.  The point anyway was not technically why he did what he did, it was that he did it and they now had to navigate together in one way or another; whether that was Blaine never speaking to him again, them pretending they’ll keep in touch and not, or what Blaine ends up suggesting again- taking advantage of their time in the same city.  Barry can’t help but aim a grin at his old friend then. “That would be really great.”

Good.  They could semi-start over as much as they could.  Because you can’t really forget everything you know about a person regardless of how that saying goes.  There are memories that are precious to Blaine that the two of them made.  Good ones that no one really knew about other than the two of them because, at that time, no one would understand the friendship he built with the boy no one else trusted.  Blaine never really cared and would often wittle down to not meaning anything to anyone voicing their suspicion.  

Why?  Because he saw something in the tall boy in a blazer that he missed wearing every single day.  Sebastian always listened. So there was that and it meant the opposite of nothing. Keeping this friendship–so soon after the promise of getting it back–was important enough to try to get to know Barry.  Really know him.  Staying wasn’t an option.  It was a necessity.  Starting from scratch–he smoothed his hands over the lip of the bar and then gave the polished wood a squeeze with both hands as round two was sat in front of them.  “Starting now–.  What do you do now?  Where have you been all these years?  That’s a good place to start..yeah?”