[ Caitlin had been mortified after the night of too much drinking and karaoke, and she'd been so sure Barry wouldn't have wanted to hang out with her again. She'd been so drunk, worse than she'd done before, and he'd been so good to her. He'd humored her with the singing and held her hair while she puked, stayed with her until she fell asleep. She wouldn't have blamed him if he didn't want anything to do with her. Instead, he'd gently teased her, and she felt terrible for doubting him.
They'd been out a few more times after that, and she'd started to feel... hopeful. After Ronnie, she was sure she wouldn't feel like this again, that she couldn't feel like this again. She was a bit more cheerful that day, a bit more like she'd felt before the explosion. She lingers in the Cortex, entering the last bits of data from the readings on his suit. It's not anything she has to do tonight, but it gives her an excuse to be the last one around.
She turns in her chair, smiling at him. ]
I'm... I'm okay, Barry. Really. How are you doing?
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They'd been out a few more times after that, and she'd started to feel... hopeful. After Ronnie, she was sure she wouldn't feel like this again, that she couldn't feel like this again. She was a bit more cheerful that day, a bit more like she'd felt before the explosion. She lingers in the Cortex, entering the last bits of data from the readings on his suit. It's not anything she has to do tonight, but it gives her an excuse to be the last one around.
She turns in her chair, smiling at him. ]
I'm... I'm okay, Barry. Really. How are you doing?