Everyone had already parted ways, leaving Barry's apartment – except for Caitlin. Christmas dinner had finished, presents had been open. Wrappings of the presents lay astray upon the ground, littering the neat apartment. Barry began to pick up the wrappings, placing them into the garbage bag. A small smile played on his lips, he had enjoyed his Christmas more than he'd through he would.

Caitlin held the champagne glass to her lips, taking another generous swig. "Do you need any help?" She asked him.

"No." Barry answered, reaching for another ripped up wrapper.

The woman shrugged lightly, placing the glass on the small table next to the couch. Grasping the champagne bottle she poured more of the substance into her glass. Barry shot her a look, a small chuckle exiting his chest.

"Haven't you had enough, Cait?"

She shook her head. "Nope." Without another word, she began to drink the champagne. The effects of the liquid were taking hold of the brunette, despite her silence. After polishing off another glass, she rose from where she sat, crossing the apartment to grasp her coat.

Barry stopped picking up the trash and followed her, helping her into her coat. He was a little suspicious as to whether the brunette was okay to leave or not. "I think you've had a lot to drink."

"Barry, don't worry about me. I'm fine," She explained, her eyebrows hitching gently. She pulled her boots onto her feet but lost her balance, Barry was quick to catch her. Caitlin laughed gently. "I promise, I'm fine."

Before she could reach the door, Barry blocked her. He placed his hands upon her shoulders softly. "I don't want you to leave just yet, okay?" Emerald orbs could see the swirling behind chestnut hues, she was intoxicated.

Caitlin let out a sigh, her eyebrows elevating once more as she peered at Barry. "You're always looking out for me, aren't you?" She questioned, almost giving him a stern look.

"I look out for the people I care about." Barry replied, indicating she was one of those people.

She tried to peel her coat off but needed assistance and the superhero helped the woman free herself of the article of clothing. "Okay. I'll stay." Caitlin promised. "But, only for a little while."

"Sure, sure." Barry took her coat and hung it back up for her. He helped her make her way back to the sofa and he sat her down. Withdrawing from the woman, he picked up her champagne glass and the bottle of champagne, taking them to the kitchen so she wouldn't be prompted to drink anymore.

"Do you like Christmas, Barry?" Caitlin suddenly asked, almost abruptly.

It was an odd question considering they had just enjoyed a Christmas dinner together with all their friends. "Of course I do. Don't you?"

She shrugged. "I guess so." Her reply was vague.

After he'd put away the glass and the champagne, he walked over and took a plop on the couch next to Caitlin. "Is everything okay?"

Shaking her head, her curled locks flowed with the movement. "It's nothing."

Barry placed a comforting hand upon her back. "You can tell me anything, Caitlin."

Her face turned so she could gaze into his eyes, her own slightly welling with tears but she hastily blinked them away. "Ever since Ronnie's death.. I can't enjoy much of anything. Especially the holidays."

Barry pressed his lips into a thin line, his eyes showing a softness. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." He reached out and took one of her hands into his, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand in comforting random circles.

"It's fine," Caitlin told him, she tried to press a small smile onto her face. "I am grateful, however, for having people like you in my life."

"I'm grateful for that, too." Barry responded, quite honestly. "I wouldn't be the same person if it wasn't for all of you."

This statement caused a delicate smile to pull onto Caitlin's face. While her eyes remained sad, the smile dancing on her lips was genuine. Her brow crinkled curiously, her eyes remaining on Barry. "Did you ever believe in Santa Claus?"

Barry's eyebrows elevated at the question. "What?" He hadn't talked about Santa since he was a child. "Um, yeah, of course I did. Didn't you?"

"No," Caitlin was quick to reply. "There wasn't a scientific reason behind his existence." Her tone was flat but truthful.

Barry couldn't help a bubbly laugh escape the confines of his chest. He fell back onto the couch, that laughter filling his quiet apartment. Caitlin's eyes narrowed at this. "What?"

"I just – I picture it. I do." Barry's imagination saw a clear picture in his mind.

"Why did you believe in him?"

"Well, like the majority of kids around the world, I fell victim the belief that he was real. Then again, my parents used to go out of their way to make sure I believed. You know, they'd set out the cookies and milk, they'd leave a note from Santa, for me." Barry's eyes gently lit up at the memories. "They really pulled me into it."

"I see." Caitlin gave him a soft grin. "What caused you to stop believing?"

Barry looked at the brunette and then quickly he looked away. "Well, uh, I just – like everyone else. I stopped." He stammered slightly.

Caitlin took note of it. "You're doing that thing you do when you're avoiding something." She pointed out.

Barry's lips formed into a frown. He glanced back at her for a moment. "After my mom… It just wasn't the same. I didn't believe in much of anything anymore. Joe tried, he did. But, it wasn't his fault. I just didn't want to believe in anything good anymore." Honesty shone through his words.

Caitlin's eyes glossed over with a sadness for Barry Allen. He knew what it felt like to lose someone so important to him. And, he'd lost his mother at a young age, something she couldn't imagine going through. Once Barry turned to face her again, a sad smile upon his face, she, instinctively, leaned in and brought her lips to his in a delicate kiss.

Barry was taken by surprise but his eyes clasped shut. Her lips were warm, ushering in a comfort into his bones, despite the pain he always felt when he thought about his mother and what he'd lost. An arm carefully draped around the brunette and he tugged her into himself, relishing in the kiss.

Caitlin pulled away after a moment. Her eyes widening at what she'd just done. "Did I just.. did we just.."

Barry laughed lightly. "We did."

"I think I've drank way too much tonight." She was losing her rational sense of mind. She blinked widely a few times.

"It's okay." Barry kept his arm around the brunette. "I kind of liked it."

Caitlin now laughed, leaning into the superhero's side. "I did, too."