In the main hall of the Watchtower, Barry had fallen asleep on the couch, leaning against Hal’s shoulder. His head rested comfortably, both of them slumped together in rare, quiet peace. At some point, Hal’s arm had wrapped around Barry, holding him close as he drifted off too, neither one stirring in the stillness.

As Clark and Diana strolled past, they caught sight of the scene, sharing an amused look. Clark’s grin widened as he nudged Diana, his voice low. “Should we wake them?”

Diana shook her head, the hint of a smirk on her face. “Let them be. It’s rare enough they’re sitting still.”

With a shared chuckle, they walked away, leaving Barry and Hal wrapped up in each other, completely unaware of anything beyond their shared warmth on the couch.