The young speedster wasn’t entirely sure he could provide a very thorough description of its connotation, but there was some form of sensation that invaded him that made him actually glad it was raining so often, especially since the weather seemed to have led to a chain of events that concluded with the two of them meeting on both those occasions. “That sounds kinda nice.” Of course, he had never been to Ohio himself and quite frankly, Blaine didn’t sound all too enthusiastic about actually making such a trip and seeing his family, but he actually envied him, in the healthiest way anybody could envy somebody else, of course. He envied him for actually having the chance to be annoyed by his parents, to be so used to them, so used to a home he found them tedious. He would have pointed out just how lucky Blaine was, but he couldn’t figure out how he could do that without sounding ninety. Besides, he was merely making assumptions without much for a research; all he knew was the little the other had told him. “Uh, well, working, basically.” Neither one of his two jobs took the chance of a spring break into consideration. After all, it wasn’t as if crime scenes would cease to exist for a week or two so he could catch a breath– oh, but how he wished they would sometimes. “I work for the police– I think I told you that.” He couldn’t remember. “So it’s not like people out there are gonna gimme a break and stop committing crimes, y’know?” he remarked with a grin.
A rumble of thunder rolled into the mix around the pair. Their shelter under Barry’s umbrella was doing the best it could to keep them dry but Blaine could feel the spray against his cheek of a downpour that just upped it’s game in buckets. His feet were cringing inside his loafers. Wearing socks would have been either a blessing or a curse. Because how nasty are wet socks trapped inside your shoes? But the gross feeling of leather soles on bare skin had him wishing he thought to toss on a pair. Cringing at the feeling–he felt an internal ew–but quickly turned it to a smile so Barry didn’t think he was the one getting that shuddery look for something he said. “Yeah, you did. Don’t worry. That was a stressful night. I didn’t get to apologize to you enough for getting as nervous as I was. We don’t get many tail ends of hurricanes in Westerville. Safe to say? That was my first. I’d rather not have that experience ever again.” As a louder crack of crackled above their heads–Blaine decided picking up the pace and bringing Barry along for the half-jog would at least get them to shelter faster. His apartment was only a couple of blocks away and they were already halfway. “You know. We should do something about that. Start some kind of anti-crime campaign that all the criminals take a day or two off so you guys get a break. Unfortunately..I don’t think criminals would embrace the idea. You do get some time to yourself–don’t you,” he asked with an air of fretting that had him hoping he didn’t sound like an overly concerned helicopter dad.
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