“You’re such a jerk.”
Words that would be so much more heated and intimidating if he wasn’t leaning into the warmth of Hal’s touch, burying his face against his shoulder and letting the other bear the brunt of his weight.
“No flying. I’ll throw up.”
“Yeah, love you too Allen.”
he shifts his weight a bit and carries barry without once complaining or making a jab about his weight. instead, he’s getting good on his threat and bending to scoop the speedster up into his arms with a low exasperated sigh. it was going to be a long walk back to his apartment then.
“Man, even Oliver holds his food down better than you.”
but he wouldn’t trade either of his idiot friends for anything. even when he was getting a few weird looks walking along with an arm full of long gangly limbs.
