>>6156426Raising a shaking hand, you gently knock, six taps in a certain pattern. And almost immediately the door opens, you seeing his familiar, kind face.
“B-Barry.” you manage to get out before the last of your strength gives out, your body slumping forward.
“Marron? What are...?” he starts, expression turning from confusion to concern as upi fall. Immediately he reaches out, catching you as you fall forward into his embrace. “C'mon, you must be exhausted.”
Leaving his front door open, he helps bring you into his home, carrying you deeper inside, laying you down on his bed. Only then does he seem to notice the container in your arms, eyes widening.
“Is that-?” he asks, you nodding tiredly. He sighs in relief, visibly relaxing a moment before remembering something, turning and quickly heading from the room. You lay there, room spinning around and around as you drift in and out of consciousness. It's impossible to tell how long you lay there, mind only focusing once he comes back, shutting the door to his small bedroom behind him. Opening your eyes, you see him carrying a small, dark-colored duffel bag, setting it on the ground and opening it up.
“What's that?” you ask him, Barry grinning that boyish smile of his as he holds up the opened can.
“It's not gourmet, but its still some edible food.” he says, offering you the canned meat. “Help yourself, I already ate.”
“Marry me.” you say, accepting the can with one hand, then gently setting the canister on the bed right beside you, touching your thigh as you start digging in. You inhale the food despite it's taste, forcing it down and taking the valuable calories and nutrients in. It takes you less than a minute to eat it, sighing out in relief as you smile. “Thanks Barry.”
“Of course. So, Bulma did it, huh?” he asks, eyes going from you back to the container. But then his brows furrow, turning back to you. “But where is she? I thought she'd be coming with you to send you off.”
At this you freeze, once more seeing in your mind what happened to her. How that bastard Black mercilessly murdered her in cold blood, the bastard. Once more the tears begin to flow, lip trembling as you try to keep the tears in. But Barry, your longtime friend sees this, standing up and walking over to you. Taking your head and pressing it to his chest, you clutch desperately to him as you start crying. Unable to contain your emotions any longer, crying into his chest. Silently Barry holds you, letting you cry without judgment or comment for over a minute until you've cried yourself out.
