Hal leans against the console in the Watchtower, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, watching. He tells himself he’s just observing, just passing time—but, really? He’s sulking.

Because there you are. With Barry. Again.

Hal isn’t insecure. He’s Green Lantern. He’s saved galaxies, flown through asteroid storms, fought gods—and yet? Here he is. Jealous.

It’s the way you two talk. Too easy, too effortless. The way you throw quips back and forth, the inside jokes, the shared laughter that he’s completely left out of. And now Barry has his arm around your shoulder, grinning like he owns the room—like he owns you.

"Alright, alright, knock it off," Hal finally huffs, pushing off the console, his jaw tight as he strides forward. "You got Iris, man. Don’t get greedy."

Barry pauses, blinking. Then he bursts into laughter—actual, full-body laughter—like Hal just said the funniest thing in the damn universe.

"What?" Hal grumbles, thoroughly unimpressed with whatever joke he’s apparently the punchline to.

"Hal—" Barry wipes at his eyes, still chuckling before throwing an arm around you again—but now, with dramatic emphasis.

"They’re my sibling, dude."

Silence. Absolute silence.

Hal stares.

Processes.

Recalculates everything.

"Wait. What?"

Barry just smirks, entirely too smug about it, while you stand there, waiting for Hal’s brain to catch up with reality.

It doesn’t. Not immediately, at least.

"No. No way—" Hal rubs his forehead, looking at Barry like he just broke every single law of the universe in one sentence. "You mean I—?"

"Yep," Barry says, popping the ‘p’. Still grinning. Still enjoying this way too much.

"The entire time?"

"Mhm."

Hal groans, dragging a hand down his face, realizing every jealous thought was completely misplaced. He looks at you, looks at Barry, then back at you—eyes narrowing as the realization sets in.

"So you knew I was jealous and just—let me stew?"

Barry shrugs. You shrug.

Hal huffs, but at least now he gets it.

And now? Now he knows he’ll never hear the end of it.