:3c how forward

( dutifully he crosses over, easily fitting himself into harrison's chest and winding his arms around his back, pushing his nose against his shoulder. he isn't going to cry, he doesn't think so -- at least, not with harrison's arms on him and his scent in his nose, his steady breathing what barry choose to focuse on, instead of lingering thoughts on why he's here, why it's so cathartic to be held by a face he used to love. ( and then he hated, and then he loved again. where is he now? )

fists ball up in the back of harrison's shirt. )

I got scared, ( he admits, after a few silent moments. )