Barry gave a snort of laughter at the idea that 'good' was a mood killer. "Chill out, Len," he said, his smile teasing. "It doesn't seem to be killing the mood, so stop being dramatic." After all, Len was still very much in his space and didn't seem to be going anywhere.
Well, other than when Iris moved him out of the way and was kissing him. Not, of course, that Barry was complaining about that. He would never complain about Iris kissing him. He'd been in love with Iriss ever since he had known that love was a thing that happened to people. He fell into the kiss easily, one hand coming up to rest on her shoulder while the other pushed her hair out of her face.
It was strange to think that two people, two very attractive, intelligent, amazing people, wanted to kiss him, but Barry was more than willing to roll with the punches. He certainly wasn't going to complain about this bizarre luck. With everything that had gone wrong in his life, he was just going to embrace this as something good.
He grinned at Iris as they pulled apart, fond and happy and ridiculously in love. "Best girlfriend," he said teasingly, the way he always did when she surprised him in a positive way. He glanced over at Len, hoping they hadn't scared him off.
"So..." he said, biting his lip in a futile bid to hide how anxious he was. "She did give you permission."