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“Okay, I gotta ask, did you guys have– like, a whole alter-ego figured out?” For all he knew, Cisco might be having some competition when it came to coming up with the best names. “Name, outfit, catchphrases, all that jazz…?” You would have thought he was actually making research, taking advantage of the situation to inspire some catchphrases of his own, seeing as his very own name and outfit were already taken care of and unlikely to be changed to anything else. But seeing how much Blaine seemed to like to be able to discuss that particular stage of his high school life, everything regarding the Flash was pushed aside and replaced by a genuine curiosity, not to mention a desire to see just how many more of that smile he could get out of him, which needless to say would be a reward on its own. “I– Yeah.” He awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “I kinda… fell earlier, so.” And tripping and falling at the speed he was going meant rolling on the wet pavement for a block or two, which probably explained why he looked like he had just taken a swim with his clothes on. At least his phone had gone by miraculously unharmed. “I thought I could just run home and I wouldn’t need my umbrella, but I was wrong. When I got back up, I took it out and everything but it was kinda late by then.” He crossed his arms over his chest, partly to provide himself with the warmth his soaked clothes were absorbing right out of him, mostly because he was slowly beginning to shrink as much as his standing position allowed out of mere embarrassment. “Oh? Well– No, it’s… It’s fine. Don’t worry about it, I’ll be fine,” he assured as he shook his head no, for something about agreeing to wear the clothes of a guy he had never even met, just like that and without said guy’s explicit consent -even though Blaine was second-handedly offering it himself, in a way- did not sound right to his own personal moral code. Then again, neither did leaving behind a puddle after having been standing on the same spot for over a few seconds. Which he currently was, he realized after glancing down at his own feet. “Uh… I mean, only if it’s not too much trouble.” 

“We did.  All of it,” Barry’s interest in his whole ‘superhero past’ made a stroke of nostalgia fill Blaine with an excitement that soon had him forgetting that the storm was worsening outside.  A loud crack of thunder that shook the windows in their frames was the only thing to make him pause, glance towards the ceiling and blow out a breath.  “Impressive,” he whispers before continuing on. “You should’ve seen mine.  It took me weeks to make.  Blue and black and very befitting for the name Nightbird,” he leaned in close with a wistful grin like he was sharing a secret no one was allowed to know.  “I even had a symbol.  Because–as you know–all superheros need a good symbol.  Part of the gig.  Right,” he asked leading him through the long hallway towards the set of stairs that abruptly curved after a small landing and continued to the second floor.  “Looks like your plan on running home didn’t quite work out for you.  Sorry about that.”  Once at the top of them–Blaine gave him a smile and nodded his head down the hall gesturing for him to follow.  “You don’t have much luck with storms.  Do you?  First holed up in a bookstore with me all night and now practically swallowed by mud puddles.  Considering the day you’ve had?  Getting you some clean, comfortable clothes is hardly what I’d call trouble.”  The second door was open to a bedroom lit by an antique desk lamp that was left on.  A flick of a switch lit the room in a myriad of other colors spreading out from the ceiling where a stained glass sconce came to life.  “The laundry is downstairs by the kitchen.  Go ahead and bring your things with you and we’ll toss them in.”  A brief digging through a dark wooden dresser unearthed Cooper’s pants and one of his brother’s comfortably worn in black t-shirts.  Cooper never seemed to run out of black, black and more black.  They’d work.  Tossing them on a chair sitting by the window–he stepped past Barry and glanced back up.  “I’ll meet you down there. Get us some tea going after I find us candles in case this thing gets worse.  If you need anything?  Let me know.”  And with that?  Blaine made his way towards the door to let the poor man get out of his sopping wet clothes.