"I brought you dinner." Hart glanced at Paco as he made his way toward Barry's bed. "I mean, we did." Mostly Paco had sneered at him wanting to do this, but still, it had happened, he had been there while Hart talked Mick into letting him bring the food to Barry. He set the tray down on the end of the bed and tried a careful smile. "Are you feeling any better?" At least he was awake, that had to be something.
Barry made a noise that didn't commit to anything, one way or another, before he reached out and took the tray contently. Paco cleared his throat loudly from the chair he was now chilling out at, shuffling a deck of cards he planned to use to play solitaire to kill a bit of time. Barry seemed to take notice of the noise and grumbled out a vague 'thanks' sort of noise before he pulled the tray into his lap and looked it over.
"Don't mention it." Hart smiled a little, as always very relieved that Paco seemed to have his back. He never knew how to thank him properly. It was hard to really put it into words. "I'm just glad you're feeling better. You are welcome here for however long you want. My house is your house, as you please."
If this was too generous an offer, Hart didn't care. Barry's life had been made into a mess because of something that involved his parents in some way and he owed him. Even if he didn't, they had both recently suffered a loss. He felt for him.
"I don't like your house, it's too big." Barry explained to him as he shovelled food in his mouth, tentatively looking over at Hart to Paco, who was playing his game already, letting these two talk but likely listening to what they said. He knew that Paco liked Hart, that much was pretty damn well obvious. "I liked my house. It was nice. I had a telescope and I watched the stars. This place doesn't have one."
And that, clearly, made this place suck. Barry shoved some bread into his mouth and met Hart's eyes as he chewed slowly, swallowing hard. "And a swing, I had a swing. You don't."
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If this was too generous an offer, Hart didn't care. Barry's life had been made into a mess because of something that involved his parents in some way and he owed him. Even if he didn't, they had both recently suffered a loss. He felt for him.
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And that, clearly, made this place suck. Barry shoved some bread into his mouth and met Hart's eyes as he chewed slowly, swallowing hard. "And a swing, I had a swing. You don't."