No, ( he carries on, stubborn with emotion, eyes welling up so he can't see the space in front of him, let alone harrison's face -- eobard's face, he imagines, an unkind smile that twists and sneers, that enjoys barry allen's tears and waits for blood to follow suit. ) you don't get to manipulate me like him. You care about me? You know what he said to me, when he got here? He said he loves me. ( with a fake laugh, through it. ) You sound exactly like him.
( because what does barry allen want more than to be loved, cared for, taken care of? they know, the two of them, this weakness of his -- he's sure of it, paranoia suddenly settling in that brings him back to who and how he was before, afraid of any persons he gets close to, ready for them to rip off their masks and be hideous on the inside, cruel and evil. not that he thinks harrison is evil, of course, or he really doesn't know what to think -- just that harrison, who he did in fact think cared for him, who he ran to when he was petrified of eobard, was only there with comforting arms and kind words for the moment.
and in the next, he was talking to eobard. 3am mornings, where barry allen sits across town working fruitless equations to get eobard out, because working science is easier than panicking in his bed, scared, unable to sleep with tossing and turning, like when he turns around eobard might be there, with a vibrating hand through barry's chest.
i would never say a word to him about you. he's not sure he can believe that. )
You want to make me feel bad for being upset at you for doing something stupid, and -- and mean. ( childish words, he sniffs, rubbing his wrist on the bottom of his nose. ) Y-you can ... you can think however badly on me you wanna, it doesn't change that you know I'm right. And when Eobard finds it's more convenient for you to be dead, he won't hesitate to kill you and Jesse, and anyone you care about, because that's how he is. You're -- ( a thousand insults, maybe, but he can't really blame harrison. barry fell for his manipulation too, dumber than all the rest. ) I trusted you.
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( because what does barry allen want more than to be loved, cared for, taken care of? they know, the two of them, this weakness of his -- he's sure of it, paranoia suddenly settling in that brings him back to who and how he was before, afraid of any persons he gets close to, ready for them to rip off their masks and be hideous on the inside, cruel and evil. not that he thinks harrison is evil, of course, or he really doesn't know what to think -- just that harrison, who he did in fact think cared for him, who he ran to when he was petrified of eobard, was only there with comforting arms and kind words for the moment.
and in the next, he was talking to eobard. 3am mornings, where barry allen sits across town working fruitless equations to get eobard out, because working science is easier than panicking in his bed, scared, unable to sleep with tossing and turning, like when he turns around eobard might be there, with a vibrating hand through barry's chest.
i would never say a word to him about you. he's not sure he can believe that. )
You want to make me feel bad for being upset at you for doing something stupid, and -- and mean. ( childish words, he sniffs, rubbing his wrist on the bottom of his nose. ) Y-you can ... you can think however badly on me you wanna, it doesn't change that you know I'm right. And when Eobard finds it's more convenient for you to be dead, he won't hesitate to kill you and Jesse, and anyone you care about, because that's how he is. You're -- ( a thousand insults, maybe, but he can't really blame harrison. barry fell for his manipulation too, dumber than all the rest. ) I trusted you.