7. Doctor Who

"This is not your favorite show." Barry said so sure, his voice cracked.

"Of course it's." Eddie said trying to put as much offence on his reply as possible. "I've been watching Doctor Who forever, I even have a favorite Doctor."

They were sitting in Eddie's couch, looking at Eddies TV which was paused in the first frame of the newest Doctor Who episode.

"Which one?"

"Nine! He is wrongly forgotten and it's amazing and cheeky and also kissed Captain Jack."

Barry looked at him, stared right into his eyes looking for any hesitation. He didn't find any.

"I can't believe you watch Doctor Who." He said shaking his head, trying to wrap his mind around it.

"Why? It's a great show, with a immense history and what? You don't think I'm smart enough to follow the plot? Can admire the well-written science fused with heart in the first four seasons? Because I'm just a stupid detective who gets punched by their boyfriends in bad dates?"

"That was an accident."

"Tell that to my neighbor that said I should leave you because I don't deserve to be treated like that."

"I'll." Barry said with a mix of laugh and guilty. "It's not black anymore, at least."

"Yeah, thank God."

"And sorry about the disbelieve. I just thought it would be cool to show you something that I really like and hope that you would like too."

"Barry, practically everything I know about this town I learned from you.

"I know, I think that made me kind of addicted to it."

Eddie smiled and slowly kissed his boyfriend, who kind of melted in his arms because really, who wouldn't do that?

"Cisco talked about watching the 50 Anniversary Special with you in the theater, so I binge watched the whole series to surprise you. But then you set up this viewing party and, well, that was that."

"I knew you wouldn't just be a fan out of nowhere."

"I could be! I'm just not that into television. But this show... this one is good. And I have a suspicion it's gonna be better with your simultaneous commentary."

"That I can promise."