(It’s true, I KNEW YOU WOULD. And I’m glad you did ;) )
Tumblr Drabble #1 - You know, it’s okay to cry.
Warnings: Spoilers, Allen!Twins.
6 months. It had been six long months since the event of the Singularity.
26 weeks since the death of Eddie Thawne, Ronnie Raymond and the Reverse Flash, since one Oliver Queen skipped town, leaving Sebastian’s twin with nothing but a kiss and another crack to his already breaking heart.
182 days since Barry had started to push them all away, choosing to carry on as the Flash by himself while his guilt began to drag him under.
4, 368 hours since Sebastian had seen a real, true smile on Barry’s face, despite the fact the two of them shared an apartment.
Sure, the loneliness and underlying tension was breaking Sebastian’s own heart, but it was doing so much worse to Barry – broke down his confidence and self-worth, tore apart his will and snuffed out the light his younger brother once seemed to radiate.
Then came the events on Flash Day, the appearance of a meta fresh from the wormhole and one Jay Garrick - a powerless metahuman that had less qualms about permanently eliminating threats than Eobard Thawne himself.
The proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back, however, was Henry’s abrupt departure.
Enough. This had gone on long enough.
Sebastian had given Barry his space, given him the chance to grieve and move on in his own time but his brother hadn’t been getting better on his own. He’d only gotten worse, reckless, self-destructive and the older Allen twin is ashamed it took him this long to act.
When everyone departs from STAR Labs the following day, Sebastian stays; finds Barry just where he thought he’d be – sitting by the entrance of the pipeline, knees drawn up to his chest, face buried in the arms around his legs, his brown hair ruffled and out of place.
Sebastian’s heart thumps painfully at the sight, stomach rolling when he really takes the sight of his twin in, hunched under the white lights in an attempt to hide himself from the world, sickly thin and pale, and completely lost to his depression. Barry doesn’t move, keeping his silence when the other sits beside him with a shoulder bump. But then Barry’s shuffling his feet, rubber soles of his converses squeaking on the floor.
“Go away, Bas.” The request is quiet, broken, defeated. The young man in questions scoffs quietly in return, wrapping an arm around the younger’s thin and weighed down shoulders to pull him closer, offering the contact Barry’s been so deprived of. But Barry holds on to his last shred of stubbornness, refusing to fold into the offered embrace. At least, until Sebastian persists and rests his cheek in the crown of his head.
“You know, it’s okay to cry.”
One sob, two, and the dam breaks. Uncurling himself, Barry tries to muffle his sobs against his brother’s chest, long fingers catching the other’s jacket in a death grip. Sebastian sighs, wrapping his twin up in his arms the best he can, dragging a hand through Barry’s hair soothingly.
It’s not something grand or sentimental or profound, Barry isn’t miraculously fixed or healed, but it’s a start.
He’s lost so much in his life, made so many mistakes but Barry will not be one of them, won’t be something he let slip through his fingers because he was too stubborn and cruel and bitter.
Barry has been building a wall around his beaten and battered heart for the last six months, his loved ones doing nothing as they watched it go up. Today, that ends. Today, Sebastian starts tearing it down brick by brick.