Matchmaking the Babysitters (a Snowbert story)
Author's Note: In case I wasn't too clear (which I don't think I was) please don't get confused- no, Julian isn't the tailor. There are four people in the room in this chapter, Barry, Julian, the tailor, and his helper. Hope you like it :)
"Listen, dude…" Barry paused as his tailor fixed his collar. "I know I'm asking a lot… but I really need you to do this- um, the button's a little tight." He told the tailor shortly. "Yeah, mate. It's your wedding day, I'd love to pitch in my part and everything… but staying at your house during the rehearsal…" Julian flicked a piece of dust off of his crisp coat. "I just don't know… I'd been hoping for a chance to talk to- the team. I've been gone for some months. Couldn't you possibly-"
"I've already told you, Julian," Barry interrupted. "I can't spare anyone else at the moment. You'll get to talk to Caitlin and everyone there at the actual wedding. To be honest, I'd rather chill at home than practice- I'm just… really nervous." "Who ever mentioned Caitlin?" Julian cut in almost aggressively, his eyes firmly focused on Barry's tie. Barry laughed. "You didn't have to. What the heck was that for?" he shouted suddenly as the tailor's assistant accidentally stabbed a needle through Barry's palm. "Sorry!" the tailor boy apologized hastily, rushing off to gather Band-Aids. "Yow!" Barry said, shaking his bleeding hand. Julian winced. "I'll get the soap…" he said helpfully. He returned a moment later with a basin of cool water and some soap in a bottle. "Rinse off," Julian directed, gripping Barry's wrist and dipping it into the cool liquid. "I guess it's a good thing one of our Team Doctor's is a dude, or I'd probably have bled to death in this store…" Barry chortled. "Yes, very lucky." Julian said absentmindedly washing the deep wound. The tailor, meanwhile, was hurriedly moving the impeccable clothing away from the crimson blood, at the same time scolding his sorry looking teenage helper.
"Great, I always wanted to be a groom at a mummy wedding." Barry said, once Julian had wrapped his hand in paper repeatedly. "Very exciting." Julian agreed automatically, turning to snap off his latex gloves and rinse his hands by a nearby sink. "So, will you do it?" Barry prodded when he came back. "I just don't think a kid will do very well with me- I'm not an ideal caretaker as you may have realized…" Julian explained. "You kidding? I don't think I would have made without you right now…" Barry shot back. Julian gave him an unamused look. "All exaggeration aside, though… I'm serious. You'll be fine. Besides- Iris is looking for a backup, I think. So if anything comes up, you've got them." Barry told him. Julian sighed.