Len stared at Barry's body in shock.

He was actually dead this time.

His heart wasn't beating, his pulse wasn't racing, his chest was moving.

Yet Len felt like his heart had shattered.

"Why?" he begged. 

"I love you. Loved. Yet... nothing. You can't love me anymore. You can't make me feel better, can't comfort me, can't give me some fun puns."

He smiled, but only briefly.

"I-I miss you already, Bear."

He had so much more he wanted to say, so much more to admit, but he couldn't do it.

He couldn't look into Barry's eyes and not see a spark.

He couldn't deal with this.

Barry, the amazing, funny, sweet, caring Barry, was dead.

And he couldn't do anything about it.

...

Note: I hated writing that.

I really did.

I might do a Len one. 

Unlikely.