( well that's. not exactly reassuring. it isn't a long time between barry's last text and him standing in harrison's living room, but it's long enough for his anxiety to get the better of him, useless trains of thought that have him wondering what the issue is. is it -- them, maybe? or something else? he isn't sure. he arrives at one conclusion himself, though, however off base it might be, and when harrison sees him, barry ducks down his neck, rubbing the back of his head nervously. )

Is this about Gwen? I'm sorry. I know it's -- weird. I would've -- if I knew you two were ... I would've ... you know. Said something.