Author's Note: Rated T just in case. Enjoy!
Barry entered their living room to find Len coiled on an armchair sipping from a bottle of beer. "I'm not good company at the moment Barry," he spoke softly.
"You don't have to be," he murmured and curled up on Len's lap. His thief's free arm wrapped around him, and he buried his face in the older man's neck. "I understand what it's like to lose someone important too young," he breathed. "That on that day, the anger, confusion, resentment, and guilt, comes back to you, no matter how many years have passed."
Len blew out a breath. He set down the bottle and wrapped that arm around his Speedster, resting his chin on top of his head. "You do, don't you Scarlet," he murmured.
Barry wrapped his arms around Len. "You've helped me, and I know you'll keep helping me when I need it." He pulled back enough to meet Len's gaze. "I want to do the same for you."
"You do Scarlet," he replied solemnly, cupping his Speedster's cheek gently. "Every day."
Barry leant forward and kissed him sweetly. "How can I help you with this? What do I need to do?"
Len's expression filled with warmth. "You're already doing it Scarlet, I promise." Barry gave him another sweet kiss, before curling back up again, content to stay as they were for as long as Len needed.