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[thescarletspeedster]

The breach has been open for two weeks, and many bodies have passed through it, but none with more electric speed than the man who created it.

The portal whirls, its edges trembling almost like an animal's reaction to a pleasant touch, spinning harder until the emptiness within its middle parts and a bolt of lightning flies through. The crackle of yellow sparks resolve into a man, or at least, the form of one. His edges are blurred, at times one man, at times two, and all their hands are up, cradling his face as if in pain.

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[triskehale]

"Barry, don't think that you owe me anything," Derek tells him gently. Barry has enough to deal with, and Derek doesn't want him thinking that there's some sort of deby to be paid, or that he has to work to earn Derek's forgiveness. "You're here, so it's already better. That's all I need-- you here and in one piece."

Derek lets out a breath and pulls the covers up over them, surrounding them with warmth as Derek slides his fingers up into Barry's soft hair. He brushes their noses together and kisses him again, letting the press of his lips linger before pulling back to look at him. Now that Derek voiced his doubts, he knows how ridiculous they were. He's glad to have gotten it out of the way so quickly, so they can both focus on healing and figuring out a way to close the breach.

"I love you, Barry," he says quietly, letting out a breath as he finally starts to relax. "It's like you said. You're the best thing that I have. And I just want you to let me keep on having you."

[thescarletspeedster]

Derek pulls up the covers, and Barry relaxes against him as if his strings have been cut, tucking his head down just where he'd been hoping for. Derek's fingers in his hair are soothing, and Barry feels his exhaustion encroach once again, all his limbs lead filled and his eyelids, too.

"I will. I want you," he says, moving his chin against Derek's chest as he burrows in. "Just you. Love you, Derek."

[triskehale]

It's obvious how tired Barry is, and Derek isn't far behind. He shifts so that Barry can drape across his chest, and Derek feels like he can finally breathe now that he's under that comfortable, familiar weight.

"Thank you for coming home," he says quietly, sliding his hand up and down Barry's back. "Get some sleep. I'll be right here."