[ He called her out on her tell, once, that she bites her lip when something's bothering her. She may not have him down so pat yet, but she's catching on. That look, she's seen it before, when he's trying to organize his thoughts. When he's thinking too hard about it.

It's entirely endearing.

She can't say she's expecting this, though. She isn't expecting to hear him say that he's been thinking about the same thing she has. And now he's putting it into words, in his way, of course. The rambling alone makes her smile grow wider. She should interrupt him, save him from the way his words keep spilling out. But then she might not hear any more of those compliments that bring a little color to her cheeks.

There's a lull, and that's when she'll take her chance. She moves closer to him, rolling in her chair until she can put her hands over his, until she can draw them away from his hips. ] Barry. I don't want to tell you off. I — I didn't expect this either, I didn't think I could like someone like this again. Like I like you. You've given back so much to this city. As the Flash and as Barry Allen, CSI. You help make this place feel alive again. And you have the biggest heart of anyone I know.

[ She squeezes his hands gently. ] So yeah, maybe it isn't a good time, but... I think it is.