Suite 138: Conversations

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph's sprawled on the couch, watching Wendy the Werewolf Stalker - old episodes, but they're always good for a re-run. There is popcorn nearby. Also, chocolate.

And the door's invitingly open, spilling sound and light into the corridor. Stop by, if you're passing. Her flatmate's randomly vanished, and she could always use company.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph manages a laugh. "Yeah, we'll be screwed when we want a quick lift somewhere."

She shows no signs of letting go.

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Neither does he.

"Never mind that. If you need your room painted in ten minutes, you'll have to ask some other metahuman."

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph can't think of anything much more to say. She doesn't want him to go. She can't even calculate how much she doesn't want him to go, and if she tries to say anything else she's sure it'll come out a pathetic plea. So she just holds on, and tries not to imagine the Bar without that particular source of comfort.

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

And Barry knows this must be killing Steph. This hurts more than even telling Sara did. Sara, he knows, can take care of herself and has friends to help. And Sara knew he would have to leave before everything else happened. Steph? He hopes and prays she does as well.

But for now, he just holds her, and lets her cope.