Blaine wasn’t blind, he was patient, and perhaps too kind for his own good. Keeping his walls up, afraid to speak out, to reach out, it was causing more harm than good on the both of them. And while Barry would like to believe otherwise, had been believing it– now was the turning point. If he continued, he’d lose the other just as he lost his previous relationships. Because he wouldn’t truly open up. And at this point he needed to, the cup was close to overflowing, and ready to spill. The fact that Blaine seemed to need convince about his words, it really drove home what Barry had been causing to their relationship. He’s pushed and pushed and push— till finally it was ready to break. But at least this time, this time the speedster wasn’t going to let it happen. There’s enough people in his life that he’s lost, due to death, or of his own making. His boyfriend was not going to be added to list. Not if he can help. Not this time. A promise was a deadly thing, if he broke it, could they survive it? It’s best to not find out. Barry nods, face solemn was he closes the distance between them. Hands grabbing the other’s tightly in his own, “I promise, I’m going to try. I’m not… I’m not going to be running away from my problems anymore. You deserve better than that. We both do.”
Blaine couldn’t shake the wary look that flattened his expression. Funny how over the months it’d changed so much. From where he was when he first connect the puzzle together with Barry and they realized they’d found one another to now? The gleaming eyed, love struck person he was had dimmed. His smile long since faded. Hazel eyes now weighted with caution and exhaustion from running after a soulmate that just…didn’t seem to want him back. His dreams of how this would all happen were long since broken. Now, it was just better to be distanced in spite of everything inside of him pulling him to the man taking his hands trying to reassure him, once and for all, that he was going to try. Try. A small, lost smile echoed the word. Try. Still left room for the chance to say it failed. Or Barry couldn’t. God, he wanted to believe it.
Running his tongue along his bottom lip before biting onto it–Blaine softly squeezed both of Barry’s palms and let his chin tuck itself towards his collar. “Don’t want to be a problem you’re not running away from. I don’t want to be any sort of problem.” Bittersweet hope? Learning what that felt like was a lesson he hadn’t expected. Ever. “But thank you for promising you’ll try. I swear I’m not going to push you anymore. Wherever you want this to go is where it’ll go. Okay?” That’s all he could do. With his heart, Barry always held the whole deck. Blaine could only stand there and watch where the cards were going to fall this time.
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