Barry’s own hair was damp, and as a matter of fact so was every last bit of him, despite his having an umbrella. Seeing as he was already running by the time it started pouring, he went on, doubting anything would come to happen in a mere matter of seconds. Immediately after, he took a step he shouldn’t have on a puddle he hadn’t seen and slipped. Had he not had the reflex of rolling to soften the fall, he would have been dealing with a lot worse than a sore ankle. Originally, he had twisted it, but after sitting on the ground for a few minutes, he was already able to stand again and after several blocks, he no longer limped as noticeably. “Uh, no. No, I hope not.” Windows crashing in was not something never to occur in a place like Central City, more often than not, it had nothing to do with the weather– or, more specifically, anticipatable weather. His brow furrowed as he shrugged and shook his head, gesturing that he would be kept from anything if he walked him home. “You caught me on my way home,” he reassured him and when he looked down the street, he nodded towards it in acknowledgement. “Besides, I live right down that way too, so.” And with a soft, friendly smile, he gestured towards the street with his head a second time, inviting Blaine to follow him. “So, uh… How’ve you been? Y’know, besides delighted with this weather.”
Huh! What were the chances? The two of them lived down the street from one another yet managed to meet via hurricane inside a music store that Blaine waved him into. Then just had to wait until another rainstorm to meet again. Weirder things have happened, sure. But they were developing a pattern here. One that made Blaine smile when he realized it. “You know? I’ve heard the saying fair weather friends a lot in my lifetime. God knows I’ve unfortunately made some of those, too.” He cringed at the number of people who–before he’d met the friends he had now–that came in and out of his life when things were going well. Sadly, they didn’t remain when things weren’t so well. Turns out—? “I think I prefer the kind of friends bad weather brings in,” he shrugged and bowed his head in thanks as he swung his hand for Barry to start them off since he was the one with the umbrella. “Besides utter delightment with the never ending rain and bad weather? I’m doing great. Finishing up finals and trying to see what I’m going to fill the break up with. Not sure yet. It’s–uhm–good to see you again. Especially with this.” A thumb pointed up at the umbrella they now both under. “How about you? Apparently not keeping dry.” Teasing Barry with a grin, he gave him a curious look. “For someone with an umbrella? You managed to get awfully wet.”
“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.”
He’s pretty sure the ‘deer caught in the headlights’ will eventually be his signature look– or something. Barry froze, and felt like time stopped for just a moment. Yes, he was caught completely off guard, more so because he hadn’t been bothered by the action. If anything, his cheeks had gained a healthy shade of red. One that the young CSI would most likely deny. He cleared his throat, glancing away– to the ground, to his shoes, to his lap, then to Blaine. “Hey– hey,” he flailed his hands just a bit, settling them on his shoulders. “It’s okay, relax,” Barry said, trying to get the other calm down a little, and to reassure him that he wasn’t upset. “Seriously, it’s fine, just– take a minute, it’s okay.” ….Truthfully, he was also hoping to avoid the other falling ill, but really, he was just trying to comfort Blaine now.
Barry playing tennis match with what object to stare at instead of meeting his eyes made Blaine’s heart sink right past his stomach and into the soles of his shoes. Awkward didn’t dare touch on what his reaction felt like. Then there were hands on his shoulders, Barry was looking him in the eyes and doing his best to calm him down. It would have worked. If Blaine wasn’t still a pinch drunk and a whole lot mortified. Gratefully smiling for his efforts–he patted the tops of Barry’s hand and then eased out of them. “Well. Here’s to the first becoming the second?” Once he was free, Blaine stood with a weeble wobble effect that hands lifted at the sides of his hips tried to balance out while he studied the grass like he was trying to measure where the best place to find gravity would be. “Oh God, maybe we should just avoid each other,” the tip of his toe poked at the ground testing it, “Or you should avoid me. Seeing as how my mouth has this habit of constantly landing on you.”
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