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Barry watched Leonard move closer to him, answer his question with one of his own, providing no real response, but yet those five words completely flipped everything on it’s side. It was a bold move, a brave one, which made sense since those were the very qualities that made Leonard Snart. They made him not only a worthy villian and opponent, but they were the ones that Barry suspected hid a man that could change. Barry on the other hand, was neither. The Flash, ironically, was, but Barry Allen, was not. Barry Allen was the man who’d harbored feelings for his best friend, the girl he’d grown up with, most of his life, but had never found the courage to confess.
Barry followed Leonard’s lead, closing more of the distance between them. “Well, at least you’re not laughing,” he admitted, brows creasing as a small smile tugged at his lips. “What if I say yes Leonard?” The idea, the concept, should have felt foreign, but Barry had always felt this underlying simmer of something between them. When one had the other trapped, or pinned; when one was in danger. “What do you want to do to me?”