[ it's a little awkward to be holding pizzas and garlic bread on top while having a conversation that's not quite fit for the food — at least, not in its current state of form — but barry, who thinks about flashing to plop them somewhere where they won't quite technically be in the way, remains in place. ]

[ if anyone understands what peter's thinking and saying, it has to be barry allen. how many times has he found himself in that living room, gold and red circling around mom, and being unable to change her fate even when he's daydreaming? ]

You can't blame yourself for what happened. [ even though it is, technically, the easiest thing to do. the destruction of central city and the loss of so many lives due to a wormhole had rested on his shoulders — and still does. perhaps barry's not the best to be giving out advice, given he doesn't quite follow his own. but he can see how it isn't peter's fault. peter hadn't been there, peter hadn't known, or else barry suspects he would've acted, regardless of the danger. ] You're not responsible. And I think you're helping by letting people know —

[ the next words feel strange, given the dead should stay just that. ] She won't … She won't wake up alone.