[ she may yawn, but barry shifts on the bed like he has all the energy in the world to spend. like a man-whale, he pulls himself up so he's properly resting on a pillow, dropping himself hard enough onto it to cause waves. still lying on his back, he keeps his head turned to her to watch her slowly succumb to how tiring her victory must've been — or simply how she'd overworked herself in a worry about the dark matter and him. ]
[ he's never had a doubt iris west can't deliver. it's why he places all of his belief in her. he'd never believed much in himself, but finding that blog of the streak written by an anonymous who sounded much like the one person he admired more than he does han solo and leia organa combined had instilled in him the values he supposes he exerts now. building the flash mantel on justice and helping those who can't quite help themselves, it'd all been iris west. ]
[ but he can't quite fall asleep like her. despite closing his eyes, he's still slightly restless. remaining uncharacteristically still on her bed, he doesn't try to grab his book, doesn't flash to another portion of her room, and he doesn't wish for something to occupy his hands. instead, he glances around her room to memorise it, seeing which portions are iris west and which ones are of someone he's still getting to know. ]
[ instead of trying to spark her into talking again, barry just remains on his back, looking up at the ceiling. for as long as she's quiet, he stays still, and perhaps that's enough to overpower the flash who can run up walls and stay up for hours and days at a time and lead him, at least, to a very human-like nap. ]
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[ he's never had a doubt iris west can't deliver. it's why he places all of his belief in her. he'd never believed much in himself, but finding that blog of the streak written by an anonymous who sounded much like the one person he admired more than he does han solo and leia organa combined had instilled in him the values he supposes he exerts now. building the flash mantel on justice and helping those who can't quite help themselves, it'd all been iris west. ]
[ but he can't quite fall asleep like her. despite closing his eyes, he's still slightly restless. remaining uncharacteristically still on her bed, he doesn't try to grab his book, doesn't flash to another portion of her room, and he doesn't wish for something to occupy his hands. instead, he glances around her room to memorise it, seeing which portions are iris west and which ones are of someone he's still getting to know. ]
[ instead of trying to spark her into talking again, barry just remains on his back, looking up at the ceiling. for as long as she's quiet, he stays still, and perhaps that's enough to overpower the flash who can run up walls and stay up for hours and days at a time and lead him, at least, to a very human-like nap. ]