[ Barry shakes his head, letting out a huff of laughter, before he's walking towards the kitchen and basically making a beeline for the food. ]
You don't grow out of hugging, Oliver. You just don't. You can learn to do it though.
[ Y'know. Case in point and all that ...
Nope, nope, Barry is just not going to make the obvious comment about Oliver needing a Hug Sensei or anything like that. Even if Barry would be an excellent teacher. He knows a thing or two about hugging. He's a great hugger. An Expert even.
[ Barry definitely gets him there. Because Oliver knows, he knows that he's the one who's behind with casual affection. Kissing is never a problem and getting into bed will most probably never be an issue but the friendly touches and the sentimental hugging has never been his thing. He'll blame five years of seclusion from most of the world on that. ]
Is that what you're doing, Barry? Teaching me?
[ He raises a brow, following him into the kitchen once he shuts the door.
The food is already laid out, cartons open all over the counter with a couple of plates and forks reading to be used. It's Oliver's version of setting up dinner. Even if he didn't make it himself, there was some effort here. ]
[ Barry can appreciate the effort Oliver went into. It's pretty clear, anyway, with everything laid out and heated up, cutlery and plates at the ready for his guest.
It's nice.
No.
It's sweet.
Barry always knew there was a part of Oliver that wasn't all broody darkness and mean quips. There's a nice guy there too, someone who believes in making the world good again. Or at least a safer, better place for the people. Barry can relate. Hell, it's what Barry fights for too.
(Well.
That and he does believe in making the world a better place.)
The food part happens pretty quickly. Barry shovels as much as is polite down his throat, feeling better after the second helping, and then feeling good after the thirdandahalf. They move from the kitchen to the living room, and from there, Barry is nosing around the place, looking for Oliver's personal effects, something that makes this place seem a little more ... Oliver.
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[ Barry shakes his head, letting out a huff of laughter, before he's walking towards the kitchen and basically making a beeline for the food. ]
You don't grow out of hugging, Oliver. You just don't. You can learn to do it though.
[ Y'know. Case in point and all that ...
Nope, nope, Barry is just not going to make the obvious comment about Oliver needing a Hug Sensei or anything like that. Even if Barry would be an excellent teacher. He knows a thing or two about hugging. He's a great hugger. An Expert even.
But first - food. ]
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Is that what you're doing, Barry? Teaching me?
[ He raises a brow, following him into the kitchen once he shuts the door.
The food is already laid out, cartons open all over the counter with a couple of plates and forks reading to be used. It's Oliver's version of setting up dinner. Even if he didn't make it himself, there was some effort here. ]
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[ Barry can appreciate the effort Oliver went into. It's pretty clear, anyway, with everything laid out and heated up, cutlery and plates at the ready for his guest.
It's nice.
No.
It's sweet.
Barry always knew there was a part of Oliver that wasn't all broody darkness and mean quips. There's a nice guy there too, someone who believes in making the world good again. Or at least a safer, better place for the people. Barry can relate. Hell, it's what Barry fights for too.
(Well.
That and he does believe in making the world a better place.)
The food part happens pretty quickly. Barry shovels as much as is polite down his throat, feeling better after the second helping, and then feeling good after the thirdandahalf. They move from the kitchen to the living room, and from there, Barry is nosing around the place, looking for Oliver's personal effects, something that makes this place seem a little more ... Oliver.
Maybe he just wants to know him. ]