Barry stopped the moment he was pretty much told to, not wanting to cause any trouble. He grabbed his towel and nodded his head, smiling with an unsure look, despite that cheery front he tried to have. "Okay, deal. I'll owe you something totally legal." Barry dried his hair off and then pulled his towel around his waist, slightly flushed but meeting Leonard's eyes with determination. "They can? The courts seemed to think I belonged here. I don't want to be here, I just sort of -- fucked up." Which wasn't a total lie, hence why he could pull it off. "I kind of want people to stop sensing it. Maybe I'll blend better."
"Maybe you will. But don't model yourself after Axel. He's a bad choice. Just try to be less open." This was a lost cause, but he might as well give him some advice. "Sit with us at breakfast." Leonard finally started to unbutton his shirt, not that he planned on getting naked while Barry was still inside. "You'll be fine." The only reason he would be fine was because he'd decided to step in, but that was the only way a guy like Barry could be fine, so Leonard didn't mind. Hartley had been a rare exception. Smarter than he'd have thought. Axel had his own ways of finding misery. This was a death or he stepped in move.
"I don't think I could model myself after Axel, he seems more into getting on his knees than I am." Barry shrugged his shoulders but tilted his head to the side at the offer, a little shocked that Leonard Snart was inviting him to breakfast. Was it a set up or was he actually trying to help? This wasn't the sort of guy Joe made him out to sound like. "I'll get out of your hair but yeah, I'll totally come to breakfast. Might be nice to actually finish my food for once." Usually someone took it before it finished. "I'll see you tomorrow morning then."
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