[It's almost a relief when Hal admits he's not doing well either. Not because Barry is happy about that, but because at least it means Hal is being honest, and not trying to bury everything down deep. By now, he knows how his best friend works, and knows he won't want to talk about it right away; he's just not that kind of guy. It'll be a while before he's ready to even broach the topic of his own not-okayness.

Barry isn't so reticent. He leans into that hug, remaining there for another few minutes, before he starts to pull them over to the couch instead. They might as well sit, and he can lean against Hal for strength.]

...My deceased wife should really be off-limits for this sort of thing. [He finally says, with a heavy sigh.] I know none of it was real, but it's harder to convince my brain of that.