He knows. Barry. Fifteen years. He knows you. You can't trick him into thinking...anything. Different. [And yes, Barry might be taller than he is, all things being equal, but right now things are far from it and Harrison is tucking Barry into both arms, bracing himself as if he can stand between Barry and some physical blow heading toward him and catch it himself, leaning more toward acting-father right now than anything else.
There's no other way to react, no other way he can react to the bleakness in Barry's voice, the way he's almost burrowed into Harrison's shoulders even as he whispers in the same breath that he can't do what he's doing right now.]
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There's no other way to react, no other way he can react to the bleakness in Barry's voice, the way he's almost burrowed into Harrison's shoulders even as he whispers in the same breath that he can't do what he's doing right now.]