Friday Evening: Old Campground

[badassprodigy]

So there had been a thing about jeans. Which somehow led to a date and s'mores. Despite his brain, Barry wasn't quite sure how the logic for that added up. And he was the one who suggested it.

But hey, it meant hanging out with Elsa. Plus the weather was cool enough to enjoy a campfire and just hanging out.

So Barry was going with it. Logic be damned.

So Barry had the fire going, some fixings for s'mores as well as hot dogs and buns. Time for some good old campfire food.

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[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"I ran and hid in my room when I realized she was here," Elsa pointed out, wearing a wry smile. "It might be a starting point, but it's a rough one. I could have stood to do so much more, and I was too afraid to try."

A hug. A hug would have meant so much to Anna, for example. She hugged Barry and Eleanor, why couldn't she bring herself to give her own sister at least that much?

"But... talking to her at all is more than she's gotten from me in... too long. Far too long. So I suppose it is something, isn't it?" She looked up at Barry, biting her lip before adding, "Thank you for coaxing me out that day. I would have spent that entire weekend with my back against the door if I thought I could get away with it."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"You just needed a moment and someone to talk to," Barry said shaking his head. "The rest of the weekend you spent with Anna and you didn't need me there to hold your hand. Besides, you've been there for me too."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

Elsa gave him a little smile and shrugged her shoulders, finally setting back with her hot dog.

"Maybe you're right," she replied. "But 'someone to talk to...' That's something I haven't had for a long while, and it means a lot to me that you can be that someone. Don't sell yourself short, Barry, and... I'll try not to sell myself short, either. How does that sound?"

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Deal. Just remember I'm always here for you to talk to. No matter what, okay?" He leaned over to give her a quick peck on the cheek. "Or if you just want s'mores. I'm happy to pimp you s'mores whenever you want."