[ unfortunately for barry, he can't quite confirm whether or not the consequences of the particle explosion had been immediate. knocked out cold for nine long months, he hadn't even had an inkling anything had changed — from his genetic makeup to his lightning struck abs. ]
[ when he feels the weight and warmth of her hand on his, barry looks at her from the corner of his eye before turning his head. if iris west doesn't think there's anything to truly worry about, he has to believe in it. barry's a skewed mess of uncertainties and not being able to even read himself — an explosion of any kind — good matter, bad matter, even lady gaga songs — isn't something he should be taking lightly. not after the "contained" particle accelerator explosion that had sent him into the speed force, not after learning some metas who they dubbed as evil were simply trying to live with their abilities and were as confused as he was hours after waking up from his coma. it's not a good and reliable practice, and barry's beginning to learn the world isn't so black and white. ]
[ it doesn't sit well with him, regardless. an explosion of dark matter had created him and the reverse-flash, and so it's hard for him to let anyone, regardless of their knowledge-base and their experiences with said explosions and matters, calm his own worries. but iris isn't just anyone. ]
[ he looks back at her laptop. ] If you really think it's not like the particle accelerator …
[ it's all he can really believe in: iris west and her own investigative skills. all barry wants to do is save everyone, and iris is often that voice that tells him whether or not he should let someone rescue themselves. ]
[ twisting his body away from the chair, his hand remains under hers while he throws his other over his shoulder. it's a slight joke, but it scarily holds some truth to it. ] I'm still going to leave the window open to jump out of if it's worse than what they're telling us. Who knows what this aether's going to do to my speed or you.
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[ when he feels the weight and warmth of her hand on his, barry looks at her from the corner of his eye before turning his head. if iris west doesn't think there's anything to truly worry about, he has to believe in it. barry's a skewed mess of uncertainties and not being able to even read himself — an explosion of any kind — good matter, bad matter, even lady gaga songs — isn't something he should be taking lightly. not after the "contained" particle accelerator explosion that had sent him into the speed force, not after learning some metas who they dubbed as evil were simply trying to live with their abilities and were as confused as he was hours after waking up from his coma. it's not a good and reliable practice, and barry's beginning to learn the world isn't so black and white. ]
[ it doesn't sit well with him, regardless. an explosion of dark matter had created him and the reverse-flash, and so it's hard for him to let anyone, regardless of their knowledge-base and their experiences with said explosions and matters, calm his own worries. but iris isn't just anyone. ]
[ he looks back at her laptop. ] If you really think it's not like the particle accelerator …
[ it's all he can really believe in: iris west and her own investigative skills. all barry wants to do is save everyone, and iris is often that voice that tells him whether or not he should let someone rescue themselves. ]
[ twisting his body away from the chair, his hand remains under hers while he throws his other over his shoulder. it's a slight joke, but it scarily holds some truth to it. ] I'm still going to leave the window open to jump out of if it's worse than what they're telling us. Who knows what this aether's going to do to my speed or you.