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Between initially falling off the ladder and being caught in Hal's sturdy arms, there was a brief moment in time where everything slowed down.

The look of dread on Hal's face appeared to be frozen still on his face.

The laughter of the teens, both off stage by then and utterly unaware of their mischief's consequence, sounded muffled and further away than it actually was.

Then, without prior warning, everything sped back up. Hal switched from still horror to speedy action, and rushed forward just in time to catch Barry in his arms.

"Damn. Remind me not to piss him off." Hal whispered to Barry.

"John's not that bad. Besides, this isn't Kyle or Wally's first show here. They know not to run about."

"Huh."

The two men watched from the seats as John finished his talk with Kyle and Wally. Then he walked off the stage to make a call. Before Kyle and Wally returned to their dictated task of painting, they both gave the other a dirty look.

Hal chuckled at the sight before him.

"Thanks."

"Hmm?" he turned to the blond beside him.

"For catching me. I've already broken my leg once due to a ladder here."

"Well, that's me. Hal Jordan, hero extraordinaire." Barry merely replied with a skeptical look.

"Okay, okay. You doubt me."

Their eyes drifted back towards the stage, but that didn't stop them from talking to one another.

"I didn't think you'd show up today." Barry confessed softly.

"Hey, I said I'd be here. Better late than nothing."

"True."

"So, about that whole getting to know each other," Hal started. Come on Jordan. You can do this.

Noticing that he was unsure on how to continue, Barry made the executive decision to step in. "Twenty-one questions?"

"If you still want to, that is. Wait, don't you still have lights to hang up?" Hal asked quickly, his attention switching from the stage to Barry.

"They can wait. Lois gave me a key, so I can stay as long as I need. I just have to lock up before I leave."

Huh. Apparently there was still a lot Hal didn't know about the theater either.

"You fine with me starting?" Barry inquired.

"Shoot." Hal grinned at the other man. Man, did this take him back to middle school.

"Favorite color?"

"Green. You?"

"Red."

Before Barry could ask his second question Hal busted out laughing.

"Are you alright?" It wasn't a common occurrence for someone to go into hysterics at the mention of the color red.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Christmas just flashed in my mind." Hal explained after he managed to catch his breath. "Go on."

"How about we take this to the light booth?" Barry suggested as he gave a slight motion in the direction of the stage. Hal's eyes followed the action and spotted Kyle and Wally both attempting to appear completely enthralled by their task. Attempting being the key word there.

"Fine with me." Hal agreed. Then he stood from his chair and made a half bow. Both of his arms pointed towards the nearest exit. "After you."

"They are so going to get together." Wally whispered gleefully once the two men exited the arena.

"You think?"

"I know so."

Kyle considered that. "How long do you think, then?"

Hmm. That's a good question. Wally shook his head. "Don't know."

"Well," thought Kyle aloud. "Do you think in time for the cast party or closer to strike?"

"Probably not until strike. That would just be sad."

Kyle paused in his painting to give Wally a look. "Sad? You do know we're talking about two men who are playing twenty-one questions just to get to know each other, right? Sad is written all over them."