Forgotten

KidArrow - Forgotten - Oneshot

The doorbell rang.

Roy hadn't been expecting Wally to show up for at least another 15 - 30 minutes. The kid was never early. Or on time, for that matter. Wondering what was up with the sudden change in character, Roy stepped out of the shower for a second to yell that the door was unlocked. He heard it open, so he stepped back into the shower. Roy figured Wally would probably turn on the TV or a video game to occupy him until Roy was finished.

Five minutes later, Roy turned off the water. He dried off his body as best he could before wrapping his towel around his waist and exiting the bathroom. He had forgotten to get his clothes out of the dryer before he got in the shower, so he headed through the living room to get to his clean clothes.

As he walked past the couch, he noticed that the TV wasn't on. He looked over to see what Wally was doing, only to find him curled up on the couch in a cocoon of blankets, shaking so much he almost phased through it to the floor. Concern shot through Roy in an instant and he took a step in Wally's direction. "Wally?"

"Hmm?" was the only reply the blanketed man could make.

"Are you okay?" Roy took another step.

The blanket shook a little near the top, and when that was accompanied by a slight noise of affirmation, Roy was able to figure out that Wally had nodded.

"Are you sick?"

Another shake, this time a no.

Roy sighed and moved to sit down on the edge of the couch. Reaching up to pull the blankets away from Wally's face, Roy had to suppress both a fond grin and an exasperated huff when the redhead held on to the blankets for dear life. "Wally, come on. Let go of the blankets."

It took a few more seconds, but Roy finally managed to pry the blankets out of Wally's hands and away from his face. The moment the speedster's scarlet hair was visible, he jerked up from his position on his side to wrap his arms around Roy's chest. The archer didn't have time to dodge due to Wally's unfair use of superspeed.

Roy blinked, holding his arms akimbo so he wasn't touching the redhead. Wally was hugging him. Something was definitely up, because Roy was never the approachable one. "Wally, what's wrong?"

Wally didn't let go. He actually seemed to hug him harder, trying to bury his head in the space between Roy's pectoral muscles. "Nothing," came the mumbled reply. Wally's eyes were closed and he nestled further into Roy's chest.

Rosy was faintly aware of the fact that his chest was bare and he was in nothing but a towel, but he didn't care at the moment. "I not buying it, Walls. Why are you hugging me?"

Wally sighed against his skin, his breath sending tingles along his body as hot air met chilled skin, still slightly wet from the shower. "I'm just cold."

"That doesn't explain why you're hugging me."

"You're warm."

"I'm wet."

Wally slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Roy, taking in his wet hair and state of dress. He shrugged and resettled. "You're still warm."

Roy rolled eyes. "I'll be more warm once I'm dressed. Let me go change and I'll come back, okay?"

Wally seemed genuinely shocked at Roy's offer. Roy was too. He never initiated, or even really welcomed, physical contact. With anyone. Roy wasn't in the mood to figure out why this time was different, so he just stared down at Wally as he waited for a response.

After a couple moments, Wally's eyes squinted in suspicion. "Promise you'll come back?"

Roy nodded. "Of course."