[Some nights, Mick wakes up to find Barry already there, fast asleep, curled around him like a clingy blanket. The first time it had happened, he hadn't known what prompted it or what to do about it, but in the end he'd just let Barry sleep. Seemed like the kid had needed it.
Seems like he'd kept on needing it, since it had turned into a semi-regular thing, but Mick's never turned him back out again, never done anything except make room for him if he's awake, or let him stay on if he comes in while Mick's asleep. He isn't quite there yet tonight, and his eyes blink open in the darkness when he feels the extra-warm arm around his waist. Speedsters run hot, he's learned, and he's got no objection at all.
There's a little rumble as Mick shifts to settle a hand on Barry's head against his shoulder.]
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Seems like he'd kept on needing it, since it had turned into a semi-regular thing, but Mick's never turned him back out again, never done anything except make room for him if he's awake, or let him stay on if he comes in while Mick's asleep. He isn't quite there yet tonight, and his eyes blink open in the darkness when he feels the extra-warm arm around his waist. Speedsters run hot, he's learned, and he's got no objection at all.
There's a little rumble as Mick shifts to settle a hand on Barry's head against his shoulder.]
Nnh. Hey, kid.