#stallen

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“i’m not soft, you know,” he points out, turning to glance at barry before turning his head, hating the sight of his one red laser shining on the other man’s pale skin.

“mm, soft enough,” barry mumbles, already sounding half-asleep.

“have you eaten anything lately?”

“no.”

“you gotta eat something,” victor says, moving to stand up, but barry whines, grabbing onto his arb to pull him back onto the couch.

“no, stay,” he says. victor sighs.

“clark!” he says simply. it’s just a few moments later that the kryptonian appears with a full pizza pie.

“already ahead of you,” clark says with a smile, placing the box down on the coffee table.

“barry, you have to eat,” victor says, shrugging his shoulder. barry whines again. victor glances up at clark.

“don’t worry, i got this,” clark says, disappearing once more before returning with a milkshake, which he hands to victor, who holds it out for barry to drink.

“barry,” victor whispers, shrugging his shoulder again. barry sighs, wincing, but takes the cup from victor’s metallic hand, bringing the straw up to his mouth and taking a sip, eyes still closed and head still resting on his teammate’s shoulder. victor smiles, glancing back up at clark.