Barry maneuvered them so that he would be able to look at him, and keep the other close. “I did warn you, but don’t worry– I’m trying not to carry my work with me. It’s usually just really hard cases that I sometimes work late on.” It was true, most if not all his work tended to stay in the his lab at the CCPD. Especially now, last thing he wanted was for Blaine to be exposed to that again. “Sometimes… it does get to me, but I have to move past it, I’ve got a job to do after all,” the speedster said with a smile on his lips. There’s a slight frown on his face, confused, and curious. “….Did something happen? I mean, if you want to tell me, if not that’s okay,” he said reaching out to cup his face, and caress the arch of his cheek.
Fit between Barry’s side and the sofa–Blaine nodded and lifted his head from where his cheek was pressed against the pointed edge of Barry’s shoulder to look in his eyes. “You’re okay with what you do? I’ve read stories about it eating at a person too much and they get lost to all that death and hurt. I’d never want that to happen to you.” Which was why he was so hesitant to bring up that part of his past to almost anyone he was close to. Other than a skim over of making it through a dark spot because he understood where they were. Or to make a point in the vaguest sense of been there, been through it, came out better than okay he could give without drawing too much attention why he sympathized so greatly. Tilting up into the touch–hazel searched vibrantly beautiful green. “Yeah. Something happened. I,” a kiss to Barry’s cheek, “First. You promise you’ll come to me if work gets too much. Please? You won’t keep it inside?”
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