[ Harrison immediately shakes his head. If there's one thing he's putting a stop to — theoretically, anyway, since realistically he knows he stands no chance of actually stopping it entirely — it's Barry standing and facing Thawne on his own. And that's what a "talk" is going to turn into. Another conversation with "Dr. Wells," another confrontation, another lopsided truce, all laid at his feet. It was too much for one person's shoulders as-is; Barry Allen of all people didn't need to take on even more. ]
No.
[ He hesitates for a brief moment, then lifts a hand, holding it out to him. It's casual, easy enough for him to withdraw his hand if (and, as he imagines, when) it's brushed aside. ]
You don't have to do this all on your own.
[ And there's a thought. If the tables were turned, if it were Barry reaching out to him, he'd stare him down and push his help away in a heartbeat. But something about these kids — and at heart, they were kids, still trying to find their way — made his heart ache. ]
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No.
[ He hesitates for a brief moment, then lifts a hand, holding it out to him. It's casual, easy enough for him to withdraw his hand if (and, as he imagines, when) it's brushed aside. ]
You don't have to do this all on your own.
[ And there's a thought. If the tables were turned, if it were Barry reaching out to him, he'd stare him down and push his help away in a heartbeat. But something about these kids — and at heart, they were kids, still trying to find their way — made his heart ache. ]