Well, talking to Barry was exactly what Joker had in mind when he knocked on the door of the warehouse. "Hey, Bar... I get the feeling that maybe you're having a tough time right now. You could probably use a friendly ear, a shoulder to cry on... You know, friend stuff. Now's not the time to lock yourself away."
"Last I checked, you weren't a misanthropic hermit, either," Joker pointed out. "So, no, I'm not gonna make you talk about it, but..." He looked around and shrugged. "I walked all the fucking way down here in the cold, and I'm not really looking forward to the walk back. Leaving without having a chat? Yeah, not gonna happen. Let's put it this way: The sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can go back to wallowing in your misery. Or hanging out, watching movies, and playing video games."
She had spent over a week now telling herself that she wasn't going to do this, that Elsa wasn't going to be the one to chase Barry down, not when he was the one who kept walking away. But the longer she told herself that, the more it became apparent that whatever was happening now, it was starting to turn into one heck of a holding pattern. And Elsa wasn't so certain, at this point, that Barry was going to be the one to break that pattern.
Besides, she had a bone to pick with him that wasn't entirely about the train wreck that their relationship had become over the course of the spring break.
There was a little flurry of snow in her wake as she approached the warehouse. She was a bundle of nerves, herself. But this had to be done. And if this turned out as badly as all of the other times... Well, at least she'd know where they stood, wouldn't she?
"Hi," she replied, nodding a little as she stepped inside. He was welcome to keep avoiding her eyes. She wasn't going to try to chase them down or anything. "We need to talk."
Obviously.
"And I need to know that we can get through this talk without me seeing your back, because if you walk away from me again, Barry, I'm not going to come back to find out if you'll walk away a fourth time."
Barry nodded in response, his feet seeming to some point of interest for him. "Okay," he said quietly and uncharacteristically. "I won't walk away this time."
He looked up with a sheepish expression on his face. He opened his mouth to try and say something.
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"You're not going to make me talk about my fucking feelings are you?" he snarked. "Because last I checked I wasn't a seventeen year old girl."
That would be the next genderswap day Barry.
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He put down the giant scientific raygun he was working on and turned to look at Joker.
"Are you here to tell me that I've fucked things up? Because I think I already figured that part out."
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Besides, she had a bone to pick with him that wasn't entirely about the train wreck that their relationship had become over the course of the spring break.
There was a little flurry of snow in her wake as she approached the warehouse. She was a bundle of nerves, herself. But this had to be done. And if this turned out as badly as all of the other times... Well, at least she'd know where they stood, wouldn't she?
"Open the door, Barry."
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But seeing Elsa as the doors slid open made his feelings go almost everywhere at the same time.
His shoulders slumped a little. He had trouble making eye contact.
He did finally manage to choke out a small "Hey" to her. It wasn't much of a greeting but it was a start.
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Obviously.
"And I need to know that we can get through this talk without me seeing your back, because if you walk away from me again, Barry, I'm not going to come back to find out if you'll walk away a fourth time."
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He looked up with a sheepish expression on his face. He opened his mouth to try and say something.
"I-"
He stopped. Frowned and cursed under his breath.
"Fuck me. I so fucking suck at this. I'm sorry."
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