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    Collection of smallish one-shots and prompt responses.

    Currently in the process of re-writing a few of the earlier chapters, since they're so ancient. Ch 1 & 4 went through some major rewrites, the rest have been cleaned up a little bit.

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    The fact that Barry doesn’t say anything to discourage him just reassures him that it’s the right call. Barry just blinks slowly a few times before nodding and looking back down at Hal’s chest to where he’s still holding his hand. He stares for a moment, and then slips his hand out of Hal’s grip with a tiny sigh. Hal watches him wipe at his face and take a deep breath before putting his hands on Hal’s shoulders and pushing himself up all at once. He sways, tumbles–

    Hal catches him like he always does, props him up against the counter and holds him so he doesn’t fall. He tugs Barry’s chin upwards to look him in the eye.

    “When did you last sleep?” he asks with a gentle tone.

    Barry blinks again, that super slow blink like he can’t quite remember how his eyes work, and then his eyebrows furrow. Jeez, he’s never seen someone look this exhausted in his whole life. Barry’s tongue swipes out to wet his lips.

    “Umm.. not sure.”

    Hal’s heart breaks all over again as he lets his hand drop to the counter. Barry looks down at their feet.

    “I haven’t been able to. I keep–” he clears his throat, and the sound is barely audible, his words still a ragged whisper from his ruined throat. “I keep thinking that when I wake up someone else will be gone.” Barry’s hand wraps around his opposite arm. “That I’ll just wake up one day and won’t know who Iris is, or Wally..” his eyes flicker up to his and Hal can see them get bright, like he’s gonna start crying again “.. or you.”

    Hal tugs him into another hug, one hand curling around the back of his head protectively. “That’s not gonna happen, Bar.” He squeezes his arm around Barry’s back. “We’re gonna take him down–” Hal rubs the back of Barry’s neck “– together, okay?”