[He's already pulling himself back, and it hurts to watch him schooling his expressive face. Harrison isn't Eobard, but he's putting himself in that same category now, isn't he? His voice comes out low and rough, a half-whisper he sinks into that sounds like every word is being dragged rapid-fire out of his heart.]

I know, Barry, I do know, and I swear to you, I would never say a word to him about you, not. Not a word. I haven't, and I'm not going to, I just—

[He scrubs a hand through his hair, rubs the back of his neck, staring at the ceiling, entirely unable to explain why. He doesn't know why it's so difficult to cut off this connection now that he's made it.]

It's going to be ten years this year, and he remembers her, and I know, I know he's the reason she's gone on your Earth, I know, but there are so many...differences...between my Tess and his, the first Wells, I got greedy and I'm still greedy.