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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