"Since when have I ever had bad popcorn? Don't you worry I got it covered. Popcorn, soda, and blankets. What time do you wanna come over?"

His focus came back as he noticed the other. “C-can I help you?” He wasn’t used to people wanting to talk to him, he was just IT after all. Most of the time his desk went unnoticed. 

“Allen?”

       Right now Barry was on his table, Oliver pressed against him as he stood in between the other’s legs. He kissed him back deeply, one hand resting on Barry’s thigh, with the other on the man’s hip. The archer smiles into the kiss as the other pulls him playfully; he wrapped his arms around Barry’s waist in response to keep the distance between them nonexistent.

Not only had Kara felt like her entire world had collapsed around her, she couldn’t find the will to get up from her couch lately. Ever since she sent Mon El off in her pod, thinking that he was most likely dead somewhere drifting off in space ---. She felt hollow inside, like she didn’t even know how to breathe anymore. Time and time again she had lost the people that she loved. Was it possible for someone so strong to feel so weak?  In the months after Mon El’s departure from Earth, Kara had closed herself off even to Alex. She had barely gone out of her apartment and when she did, Supergirl was just there to save the day and go right back home. Her personality seemed to have been completely flipped. No photographs, no smiles, she was cold and robotic. She just didn’t know how to deal with the pain that she bottled up inside of herself.  One night she was sitting on her couch in her usual fashion, staring out the window blankly, thinking of the love that she had lost when something caught her attention. She blinked, thinking that maybe she was so miserable that she might just be imagining things. She saw lightning zip up the building across the street and she quickly dismissed it. Barry wouldn’t be here, he had no reason, and if he did she wasn’t sure that she would be much assistance anyway. The Kryptonian was drained mentally and that in turn took a toll on her physically.  Soon, there was a knock on her door and she barely made any effort to turn her head in order to use her x-ray vision, finding out that it certainly was Barry Allen standing out there. In shock, she got up from her couch and went to go answer the door. “Barry?” She sounded dumbfounded and probably looked just the same. “What are you doing here?” She wished that she had the energy to sound excited, but in reality she was so far deep in this hole that she could barely muster a genuine smile nowadays. “Do you need help? I can go and throw on my suit and we can go right away.” She assured him, trying to look a little more lively and less mopey. 

Once out of the water, she seemed much less graceful, hauling herself up the beach with a seeming purpose. Finally, she seemed satisfied to flop herself down just in front of the rocks where she could see a young man with an easel clearly painting. She posed herself, neck stretched out as if to say “I am here! Notice me!”

“So is this visit for business or is it just because you missed me?” he asked in a slightly teasing tone when he saw the other approaching him, “Or are you here to say I told you so?” He hadn’t really been back for that long so they really hadn’t had the chance to catch up.