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.”
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