Leo presses his lips together as Barry trips over his own words, one more than the last every time new ones spill out. He patiently waits until he stops before he actually responds, both eyebrows arched, focused a bit more on that last part than anything else. "I'm afraid we don't quite know each other that well yet, Barry. I'm going to have to pass."
Beat.
"Why exactly are you suggesting that, anyway?" Because he's sure he didn't mean it how it sounded, if the awkward look on his face was anything to judge by. Poor guy, his mouth works faster than his brain.
"Sorry, you're right," Barry says, blushing a little. "There's a lounge with comfy couches nearby, or probably a cot somewhere you can locate. And I just meant...I get really antsy when I have to stay in one place for too long. It's hard for me to rest. Speedster problems, I guess."
It's brutal, really, the level of adorable that takes up residence in this one man. The kind of thing that doesn't seem like it should exist, yet somehow still does, despite or perhaps in spite, of everything in his life that says he should be less this. Harder. Colder. Barry's none of those things.
"Speedster problems," he echoes in a quiet, musing sort of way. "There seem to be a lot of those."
“Maybe, but there are things about being a speedster that I love. The rush from running is incredible, and I can help people in ways I couldn’t before. Like I mentioned before, I was in prison recently, and honestly the worst part about it was not being able to help anyone.”
He says it with such sincerity that it would leave no doubt that it’s a genuine sentiment. “I love being a speedster, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”
"You were more capable than you probably think, before. You can't possibly think that your powers are the only reason you can do that now..." That last statement actually sounds all-too incredulous. He can't fathom that Barry would attribute everything he does, and all that bright and shining goodness in his heart to nothing more than the powers he has.
"No, of course not. I mean, that's why I had my day job as a CSI. Because I wanted to help people. But having these powers just allows me to help more people in more ways than I ever could have dreamed of being able to do. It allows me to protect my city, and be a symbol of hope for people." He doesn't know how else to explain it, but his powers just amplify that goodness in a way that nothing else could.
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Date: 2019-01-29 10:36 pm (UTC)"I'm pretty sure you're probably going to have to tie me down." Yeah he should just. Stop talking.
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Date: 2019-01-30 01:34 am (UTC)Beat.
"Why exactly are you suggesting that, anyway?" Because he's sure he didn't mean it how it sounded, if the awkward look on his face was anything to judge by. Poor guy, his mouth works faster than his brain.
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Date: 2019-01-30 10:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-02-05 02:42 pm (UTC)"Speedster problems," he echoes in a quiet, musing sort of way. "There seem to be a lot of those."
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Date: 2019-02-05 03:17 pm (UTC)He says it with such sincerity that it would leave no doubt that it’s a genuine sentiment. “I love being a speedster, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”
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Date: 2019-02-05 04:17 pm (UTC)no subject
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