looks around the kitchen in a combination of horror & disbelief. ❛ .. Did– did you try to.. run the dishwasher? ❜
❛ uhh– yeah. ❜ he COULD answer with more detail, but as he stands in the middle of kitchen with his socks soaked and hands busy with a construct hammer, hal knows he needs to channel every bit of WILL he has now into a smile. so he smiles BRIGHT, he smiles GOOD– in hopes that barry will find that innocent grin more important than the chaos built out of soapwater and shattered plates.
barry opens his mouth like he wants to say something but closes it after another look around and just covers face with hands. a pathetic noise escapes him and hal just smiles LOUDER, still clutching at the green hammer that was used to pry the dishwasher open ( in retrospect, he could have willed a crowbar into existence, that might have been more efficient ). barry looks like he’s given up on even trying to understand what happened here and hal offers no explanation, still beaming. in his defense– he had the best intentions in mind ( and the kitchen certainly resembles hell as of now ).
and it’s a testament to how long they’ve been living together because barry just rolls up sleeves, gives hal an expectant look and waits for him to dissolve the hammer and do the same with a long sigh. hal’s smile disappears, morphs into a tiny hint of pursed up lips. here comes a part when he has to accept the responsibility or something like that– barry won’t just zip around and remove the evidence of the mess hal made ( but he’ll help, he won’t leave him alone and that counts ). hal sways on his calves as he crouches down, picking up the first shard of glass.
❛ i have an idea– ❜ he hands barry the remains of what was once a plate, soaked fingertips brush against barry’s still dry skin. ❛ next time i wanna fix a dishwasher, i’m gonna call you first so you can act like my impulse control. ❜ barry laughs as he accepts the glass from him and hal counts it as a victory.