[ barry's used to it. crime scenes tend to have a life of their own, and he more often than not ends up discovering so much about it. sometimes the tyre marks talk to him, sometimes he has to pull it out of the blood spattering, and there's the occasional moment where he has to force himself into someone's life like he's a distrusting parent reading his kid's diary when it comes to threads left behind. he finds he's often on the receiving end of a lot of life stories, often ones that end with someone with cuffs snapping around their wrists thanks to joe west. ]
[ and then there's the occasional person who likes to tell him how his life is. between thawne and gideon, barry's sometimes found himself kind of in awe with whoever he becomes in the future. ]
[ he smiles, ] Maybe you will, if you take it slow. Some things weren't meant to be rushed.
[ ironic, given who he really is. ]
[ and lifts his coffee to his lips. after drinking some, he reaches for more sugar packets. taking a bunch, he opens two and pours it into his coffee. he wants that buzz to last for longer than two seconds. ]
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[ and then there's the occasional person who likes to tell him how his life is. between thawne and gideon, barry's sometimes found himself kind of in awe with whoever he becomes in the future. ]
[ he smiles, ] Maybe you will, if you take it slow. Some things weren't meant to be rushed.
[ ironic, given who he really is. ]
[ and lifts his coffee to his lips. after drinking some, he reaches for more sugar packets. taking a bunch, he opens two and pours it into his coffee. he wants that buzz to last for longer than two seconds. ]