“Hey – Looks like meeting under the rain’s kind of our thing.” Except this time he did have an umbrella to shield himself from it, which he proceeded to share with him. “Did you, uh– needed a lift somewhere? I mean, I don’t have a car,” he realized all of a sudden, shaking his head swiftly at his own stupid suggestion. “But I could walk you somewhere, we can share the umbrella.”
Soaked to the bone. A simple run was all he wanted! Gotta love Spring. Half an hour ago? The sun was out and Blaine decided to ignore the weather forecast calling for an umbrella. Not the best idea. So said the sudden downpour that drenched his shoes, hair and clothes. Ducked under a ledge and batting the rain off curls plastered to his face–he waited for it to stop. Barry? Blaine, looking lost and pathetically regretful, glanced up at the guy he’d been holed up with to wait out a hurricane. Then a beat later, he was all smile. “At least this time? We don’t have to worry about the windows crashing in? I–ah–,” he nodded not wanting to stay outside longer than he had to. “That would be really nice. I live down this way,” he sighed gratefully–pointing down the street. “If you’re not busy–I mean–my mistake doesn’t need to be your emergency.”
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