He knew it would be hard on her, they both knew, but he didn't think it would be this hard. It had been two weeks since Jinx found out See-more was killed fighting Titans East while watching the news. She hasn't spoken to him about any of it. He hasn't even seen her cry, but he knows she has.
Wally understands her pain. See-more was the only one in the HIVE Five that treated her with any sort of respect and while he didn't like him for multiple reasons, he knew how much he meant to Jinx.
Jinx doesn't go out to fight with him anymore. She doesn't draw anymore. She hasn't even insulted him since before the news broke; she's barely even said a word. All she's managed to do is get drunk almost every night. It gets worse throughout the two weeks. It started off with her getting drunk at home and then progressed to her going to bars to escape Kid Flash and his attempts at trying to comfort her.
He asks for advice from his uncle, from Robin, even from Raven with her similar personality, yet no one is able to help him help her. All he can do is follow Jinx to make sure no one hurts her when she gets trashed and comfort her when she's having nightmares.
Wally really starts worrying about her when the third week rolls around.
Then he is given some hope. He gets up early, as usual, and is lounging on their sofa when she shuffles in almost half an hour before she normally does. At first he just thinks that her internal clock is off but then she mumbles a "morning" to him as she walks towards their kitchen. He follows.
He takes this slow. The last thing he wants is to say something that causes this little progression to disappear; he just wants his Jinx back. He walks into the kitchen to see her facing their coffee machine, back turned to him, brewing a fresh cup for herself. He stands several feet behind her.
"Morning, Jinx," he starts. Quiet. "Sleep good?"
"Yeah I guess."
He looks around the kitchen for a bit. Man this is weird.
"Look, Wally. I get that I've been distance these past few weeks, but it's just been hard. He was my best friend."
"I totally get it, Jinx! There's no need for any sort of apology; you've done nothing wrong."
She's quiet for a moment.
"I shouldn't have been going out as often as I have. It's not fair to you. You've only been trying to help," she chokes out.
"Jinx…" he breathes. He walks over to her and hugs her from behind.
"He was my best friend, Wally. And I know that we haven't spoken in awhile but I still loved him so much! He was misguided. He didn't deserve – he shouldn't have–"
He shushed her and she turned around, crying into his chest.
"I know, Jinx, I know," he said quietly, rubbing her back.
She was still clearly in a lot of pain, but he knew that she would be ok.
So I found about roughly ten Flinx drabbles in my computer. I'll probably upload most of them, if not all of them.
I also decided to just go ahead and turn this story into a drabble set instead of posting each one individually.
This one is honestly probably my least favorite. Not because of the content but simply because it just flows very poorly. I just don't like it. I'll come back later and clean it up. Perhaps then I'll figure out how to type this out better so it's not so terrible.
Anyway. Pardon all of the grammar/spelling mistakes.
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