He had rushed there in a squad car with a fellow boy in blue and as much as he pleaded they, a bomb unit, wouldn’t let him past the cordon.

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Who is the most affectionate?  Carrie, by a long shot. All about the romantic little gestures

Big spoon/Little spoon?  Carrie is the little spoon

Most common argument?  If it’s Halallax honestly it’s probably about her friends. They don’t trust him and he knows it so Carrie is stuck in the middle trying to get one side to budge but Hal’s too stubborn

Favorite non-sexual activity?  Sitting on her couch, one of them with their head in the other’s lap, just chatting about random things

Who is most likely to carry the other?  Hal takes any opportunity to literally sweep Carrie of her feet. He’s most proud of himself when he manages to do it while she’s running

Nicknames?  “Hal”, “Carrie”, they’re pretty unimaginative tbh

Who worries the most?  Carrie does. She gets anxious about things- about Zoom or Reverse Flash or villains or Henry- in a way that Hal just doesn’t

Who tops?  Hal

Who initiates kisses?  They both do

Who wakes up first?  Hal, unless Henry is snuffling, in which case Carrie has some sort of magic sixth sense

Who says I love you first?  Carrie does. I don’t know if Halallax would stick around in her universe long enough to get comfortable enough to say it back

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Like mother like son. Not ten minutes after Henry had finally fallen asleep, Carrie had joined him, Hal’s arm around her waist practically the only thing keeping her upright. She’d been exhausted for most of the day- Hal was frankly surprised she’d had enough energy to even put Henry to bed- and she’d been leaning on him ever since they’d gotten back to STAR Labs. And now, she was snoozing against his arm, still in full Flash suit, sleeping face almost identical to her baby’s.

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“Are you okay?”

Carrie’s voice, soft and concerned- always so worried about him, always so caring- breaks through his reverie, and Hal tears his eyes away from the city before him to look down at her. The lump in his throat steals his words away as they tried to leave his lips, but it can’t stop his answer being written in his eyes.

No.

The Coast City before them is tall and gleaming, whole and intact, but at the same time, it’s all wrong. Perhaps its just a quirk of the multiverse, just another difference in the endless string of them, between this world and his, but though this place bears the name of his home, it’s nothing like it. The streets are unfamiliar, the landmarks are all wrong. It still leaves an ache in his chest, but it’s just-

It’s not the same.

Carrie reaches out to touch his arm, that ever present concern in her eyes, and Hal slowly turns towards her, resting one hand on her shoulder, not quite slumping but instead folding like paper crumbling in on itself, leaning forward, resting his forehead against the top of her head, eyes closing until all he can see is the gold of her hair and not this fake city that isn’t his home-

This isn’t my world, he tells her without speaking, I don’t fit in here.

He can feel her hands rubbing over his back, soothing lines that ease the grief a little but cannot do anything to change the truth that both he and even she knows:

I’ll have to go back some day.

He likes this world well enough, but it isn’t his. It has no hold over him. The only thing that does, the only thing that he stays for- is her. And it feels too much like running away, too much like hiding from his responsibilities-

But he doesn’t want to leave yet. Doesn’t want to let go of this tiny little pocket of peace he’s found.

But he has to, eventually.

I must.

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He had to bend down slightly to do it, a brief press of lips at the edge of her cowl. Just a quick gesture of affection to serve as a goodbye before she set off.