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All three of the bros that are bears! Name your favorite one, GO!

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Brother Care

Barry bangs his head against the notebook on his desk, groaning quietly. His hands have been shaking for the last hour or so, but he said he'd get food when he figured out the last problem. He hadn't figured the problem out yet. It didn't matter that there were equations swimming through his head in tight knots, or that he could barely get through three words without getting distracted. He would eat when he figured it out. He hadn't figured it out. It could wait. There's a knock on his door. Probably-- "Hey, it's been like ten minutes and everyone else has started eating. Come get lunch, I know this one isn't time sensitive!" Magnus. Barry loves the kid that's become his brother, but there are times like this when he really wishes he didn't care so much. "Just, gimme another minute, Mags, I'll be right there." Barry says instead, of getting up, rubbing at his face and drawing a line through the last sentence he had written. It had been even more garbled than the one before. He needed to try again, maybe shift the components around a little... There's a sigh outside that he misses, then the door opens. Magnus, for his part, knows opening the door is fine. There's no warnings up, none of the containment runes are lit, Lup had rolled her eyes at the idea of their current project being time sensitive, more than anything they did. When all outside signs fail, it's probably a Barry Thing. Magnus closes the door behind him, ignores Barry's protest that he really will be just another minute, then pulls his chair from the corner to plop down next to him. "So! What's the problem? Is it brain gerblins or stubbornness or both?" Magnus asks, reaching over to tug the notebook closer. Barry frowns at him, puts a hand on it to keep it from sliding too far. "Neither. I'm, uh, I'm nearly done, alright? I'll eat when I've finished this." He starts pulling it back towards himself. Magnus leans to drape his arm around Barry's shoulders, the other arm resting across the desk to block off access. "Yeah, I think not. You're going to agonize over this until next cycle--" "Just until I get it!" "If nobody stops you. Come on, bear, you'll think better when you've gotten food, don't tell me you won't." Magnus starts to stand, nudging his own chair out of the way. "Magnus, come on, just--" "Don't make me carry you." "You know I can't eat until I finish this," Barry says, leaning his weight back into his chair. There's a tone of frustration in his voice that gives Magnus pause, makes him stop and look at Barry. "Why not?" This is a conversation they've had before. It's likely that they'll have it again. For now, Barry gestures vaguely at the notes he's written and the components scattered around the desk, then sighs and lets his weight lean a little more into the chair and arm both. "It's... I said I'd eat when I was done. I'm not. I don't d--I don't... Need to yet." "You deserve to eat whether or not your work is done." Magnus says, as firmly as he can without being harsh about it. Barry flinches anyway, but it's less than the first time they had this conversation. "But, this--this is my job Magnus. The only reason I'm here is to figure this kind of stuff out." He gestures again, pushing his exhaustion into frustration, trying to sound as stern as his brother. "What, so when somebody dies or gets hurt I shouldn't eat for the rest of the cycle?" Magnus says, sarcastic. A similar conversation. A different one. Not as different as it should be. Barry winces again, reaches to squeeze the hand on his shoulder. "Of course not! You're always trying your best, and--" "You tried! Look at this, you've been trying! And I know you'll come back to trying when you're done. Take a break. Come eat." He lets that sink in for a moment then stands again, squeezing the arm around Barry's shoulder gently as he does so. This time, Barry sighs, rubs his face one more time, then comes with him, capping his pen and leaving it on top of the notebook. "You gotta stop doing this, you know." Barry says, leaning his head against Magnus for a moment. Then he pushes his chair in and starts making his way to the door. "What, caring about you? Never." Magnus grins, bumping their shoulders together as he passes Barry to open the door for him. "Yeah, yeah, you're made of warm fuzzies and puppy dogs. What's for lunch?" Barry nudges Magnus out of the way, closing the door behind them.