As Barry walked toward the she house, he felt like he was about to blush. When Len had invited Barry to the same house, he had been secretly excited. Who wouldn't be? He was about to see his boyfriend? Friend with benefits? Screw buddies?

God, he hoped it was boyfriend.

...

When Len invited Barry over, he wasn't thinking. But he's still glad he did it. The look of pure joy on Barry's face was worth it.

...

When they met inside, Barry was greeted by Len, who smiled and kissed his forehead. They sat down at a little candle-lit dinner Len had made, and started to chat. 

"When is your next heist? I don't wanna miss it," Barry said, and batted his eyelashes. Len laughed and rolled his blue ones. "Well, I would if I could, but I'm not currently planning anything."

Barry looked at him in surprise. "Really?" Barry asked. Len nodded.

"Yay!" Barry cheered, and Len looked at him and rolled those pretty eyes again.

Barry leaned over the table to kiss him, and whispered underneath his breath, "I love you, Len."

Len pulled away in shock. "Really?" he whispered. Barry nodded. 

"I love you too, Barry," Len replied.