A/N: Inspired by parttimesensitivewimp's headcanon "bart never learned how to blow his nose properly (like with a tissue), write about this you cowards" As I am not a coward, I did indeed write about it!

Jaime wasn't having the best day. He had refused The Bug's help on his Russan verbs quiz and knew he had flunked big time. On top of that, he had been late to his Forien Relations class because of a mall robbery, he hadn't had time to eat lunch, and he only had half an hour before the awkward weekly Skype call to his family. With any luck, Alberto would be leaving for work. He always left early on the nights Jaime called.

Reaching his dorm, Jaime palmed his key. Sure, it would have been cheaper just to live at the Tower, but he wanted a separation between Jaime Reyes and Blue Beatle. He wouldn't have been able to bring friends over to the Tower with out squishing his lives together.

The perimeter has been breached, Jaime Reyes, The Bug's voice in the back of his head caused Jamie to flinch. Sure, he had gotten used to it by now, but it had been sulking all day. It took Jaime another moment to comprehend what it meant. Though the door was shut, it wasn't locked.

Willing The Bug's armor over his right hand, Jaime pushed into the room and-froze. "Qué susto!" The exclamation burst from his lips even as he reeled back against the wall. "What are you doing, ese?"

Bart Allen sat on Jaime's bed dressed in jeans that had been cut off at the knees and a red shirt. Obvously, the shirt had once had a slogan or logo on it, but years of washing had flaked most of it off. The bad fashion wasn't what had Jaime pressed against the wall, though. Sticking out of the redhead's nose was at least three tissues. "Qué chingados!"

"It wouldn't stop dripping," Bart explained, his voice slightly muffled and nasalized.

Jaime's first thought had been that Bart had gotten a bloody nose doing something stupid/dangerous/questionably legal but there was no red marring the white protruding from his face. "Dripping? Dios mío, Bart. Why didn't you just blow it."

The blank look on the younger boy's face caused Jaime's shoulders to sag. Sometimes it was amusing the things Bart had never learned, growing up in his virtual reality life in the future. Other times it was just sad. Sighing, Jaime crossed the room and sat down next to Bart on the bed.

"Ven aquí," he commanded, wrapping his hand around the back of Bart's neck and pushing him closer. He quickly removed the tissues be on the boy's nose and tossed them into the bin by the nightstand. Taking a fresh tissue, Jaime pressed it to Bart's nose. "Now, breath in through your mouth and out through your nose-hard."

It took a few tries, but the kid finally got the hang of it. "This is so crash!"

"Bien por ti," Jaime remarked as he reached for his ringing phone. He had just answered the call, when Bart leaned it and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. His parents' expressions would have been humorous, if Jaime didn't feel like he was about to die. And Milagro had the audacity to sit there looking smug.

"Hola, Reyes familia," Bart said with an awful accent. "Hasta luego!" And then the traitor ran off, leaving Jaime to deal with his family alone.