[Harrison hits the wall a little harder than expected, knocking just that much more breath out of him as Barry almost drinks him in. It's more than he expects, an escalation from their brief connection at Cisco's party, this is different, he can almost taste how much Barry needs something from him.
So he relaxes against the body crowded so close to him, one arm still tight around Barry's waist, the fingers at the back of his neck sliding forward to cup along his jaw, a thumb tracing the line of his cheek. There's no room for him to whisper, not yet, but there's nothing to say, not when everything is pouring out so clearly in this. There's nothing more for Harrison to do, yet, than let Barry have this.]
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So he relaxes against the body crowded so close to him, one arm still tight around Barry's waist, the fingers at the back of his neck sliding forward to cup along his jaw, a thumb tracing the line of his cheek. There's no room for him to whisper, not yet, but there's nothing to say, not when everything is pouring out so clearly in this. There's nothing more for Harrison to do, yet, than let Barry have this.]