(Things you said while you were crying)There were two places he went every year, on the anniversary of That Day. He had already stopped in at Iron Heights, talking until they ran out of time and things to say. Now he stood, breathing in the crisp air as the sky darkened into twilight. The headstone before him read a few simple words. 'With even the tiniest sliver of hope, one person can change the world.'-Nora Allen. Mother, Friend, Beloved.Distantly, he could feel the hiccuping in his chest, the warm tears on his face. "Hey kid." Snart stepped into his periphery. A solid weight settled along his shoulders, grounding him. He could feel himself start to shake. Could hear the rough pants expelled from his lungs. He didn't fight as he was tucked into the curve of Len's side, folded against the curve of his form. "I could've stopped it. But I-I couldn't.""It would have changed things?"He nodded, damp skin pressing to the solid structure of the other's neck. "Wouldn't know C'sco or Ca'lyn, wouldn't be close to Iris or Joe. Wouldn't be the Flash. Wouldn't be me.""It's ok."