I don't. I wouldn't. [Want to stay like that, that is. Not just because it's an illusion, but because... it was a long time ago. It's the past, and it aches to have it ripped open like this again, but he doesn't spend his days longing for it. For her. Barry misses Iris, sure, but he's found happiness with Hal.] But with part of my memories blocked off like that, it just felt... normal. [Not remembering Hal, not remembering being the Flash, or anything, of course it was hard to pull himself out of a comfortable suburbian daydream.

He huffs a quiet laugh.] It wasn't necessary. It's good he didn't put up much of a fight after we got out.