barry.

Is this how Caitlin feels when she’s slightly scolding
him for being reckless? If it is, he sincerely apologizes
for that. Barry sighed once again, closing his eyes as
he took a small breath. “I’m NOT mad, I was worried,
I’m allowed to worry,” he answered. The speedster stayed
quiet for a moment, then reached out, and placed a hand
on his shoulder, gently squeezing. “That’s not what I’m
saying Blaine, it’s just that things could have gone wrong.
Very wrong, so you– worried me. That’s all.”

He felt like he was in trouble.  That awful sinking feeling that
makes you swear your stomach is in the soles of your shoes
while your heart cracks and your throat collapses.  Yeah–that
sort of trouble.  It makes his eyes turn pleading and a frown
bordering on a pout presses his lips together.  “What you just
said makes it worse, you know?  Like when a parent tells you
that they not mad..just disappointed.”  Sighing softly–he catches
Barry’s hand before it moves and uses it to tug Barry onto the
couch beside him.  “I didn’t mean to worry you.  I didn’t.  I just–
Sorry.”  Not that he regretted his choice.  He didn’t.  He only
regretted that it put Barry through any kind of hell. Unintentional
as it was.