Barry sat on the couch, his body still buzzing with the aftereffects of his speed. His muscles ached, his mind was foggy, and the weight of a long day was starting to settle in.

He had been saving Central City for hours, running and doing things faster than any human should, dealing with criminals, keeping people safe, and always rushing to the next crisis. Now, he was here. Relaxed, even if just for a bit, in the dim light of the living room. The soft, active sounds coming from the TV were almost soothing, but it wasn’t the movie that was keeping him here. It was you.

He glanced over at you, a smile nearly tugging at his lips had he not bit it back. You were completely engrossed in the film, the light from the screen flickering over your features. The way you laughed at a joke or raised an eyebrow at a plot twist, it all felt so... normal. So peaceful. Domestic, even.

But the exhaustion was catching up to him, creeping up his spine like a weight he couldn’t shake off. His eyelids grew heavy, his head starting to dip forward, just slightly. He caught himself, glancing at you nervously, hoping you didn’t just notice that. He rubbed an eye lightly to wake himself up a tad.

He shifted around, trying to stay focused on the movie, but before he knew it, his head started to droop again, this time slowly leaning against your shoulder. The soft scent of your shampoo, the steady rise and fall of your breathing, all of it made him feel safe, like he could let go for just a moment.

Barry was too tired to hide the grin that tugged at his lips. He tried to shift back up, to sit up straight and pretend that he wasn’t about to pass out, but it was no use. His body betrayed him, and soon his head was resting comfortably on your shoulder, his eyes barely staying open.

"Sorry," he mumbled, his voice quiet, but with a hint of sheepishness. "I swear, I’m not usually this bad. Just... been a long day."