Tell me about it. [There isn't time for comfort, or dwelling on his own mishmash of emotions, or even for thinking about how Hal must be feeling to wake up with a fake version of Carol. They're superheroes first, and while they're trapped here, unaware of the waking world, they need to focus on the situation.
Still, as he places Hal in a spot where he should be safe from breaking glass and lightning strikes, he smiles wryly at Hal's words.] Sorry. Don't panic, alright? It'll all be fine.
[He's right - Barry survived this once before. And he's fairly sure he'll be fine again. Glancing up through the skylight again, noting the intensity of the storm, he gets to it, mixing up the same chemicals he remembers working with that night.
It doesn't keep the lightning strike from being quite dramatic looking, shattering the skylight and the bottles and beakers of chemicals, sending Barry crumpling to the ground. His theory was right, though - as electricity crackles around him, he feels the speedforce again, and pulls himself to his feet with a gasping breath.]
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Still, as he places Hal in a spot where he should be safe from breaking glass and lightning strikes, he smiles wryly at Hal's words.] Sorry. Don't panic, alright? It'll all be fine.
[He's right - Barry survived this once before. And he's fairly sure he'll be fine again. Glancing up through the skylight again, noting the intensity of the storm, he gets to it, mixing up the same chemicals he remembers working with that night.
It doesn't keep the lightning strike from being quite dramatic looking, shattering the skylight and the bottles and beakers of chemicals, sending Barry crumpling to the ground. His theory was right, though - as electricity crackles around him, he feels the speedforce again, and pulls himself to his feet with a gasping breath.]