[Or what power decided what got to come and what had to stay back in the "waking world," as people kept so plainly stating. It doesn't feel like a dream to Barry, but he's been pretty disillusioned since showing up.
The matches, he knew better than to trust them now. It doesn't even occur to him that it's what she's got in her hand until she openly references it. He's got too much rattling around in his head, and the minute detail slips right on by.
When her face drastically changes, for a second he thinks it's something terrible, maybe as bad as he'd had to witness but - the gentle nudge to what he definitely couldn't see brings out a tired sort of exhale, his lips fall into a thin line.]
No, and it's not real.
[That's uncomfortable for him to admit out loud because moments ago Chris sounded and looked very real. So real, in fact, Barry had it imprinted at the front of his mind. It kept coming back to him in moments of silence. He's grateful for the distraction Sally provides, but he doesn't want to lose time on the streets, or traction to get someplace better- it's only a matter of time before the storm becomes impossible to navigate.]
Listen, we should probably get going.
[Barry doesn't sound sure himself, it's not like he can just take her back to the place he's squatting at, even if he wanted to. His equipment is out and he hasn't had time to shift things around and keep the place looking quasi-decent. He needed a different plan of action, maybe the diner or they could find a house she liked.]
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[Or what power decided what got to come and what had to stay back in the "waking world," as people kept so plainly stating. It doesn't feel like a dream to Barry, but he's been pretty disillusioned since showing up.
The matches, he knew better than to trust them now. It doesn't even occur to him that it's what she's got in her hand until she openly references it. He's got too much rattling around in his head, and the minute detail slips right on by.
When her face drastically changes, for a second he thinks it's something terrible, maybe as bad as he'd had to witness but - the gentle nudge to what he definitely couldn't see brings out a tired sort of exhale, his lips fall into a thin line.]
No, and it's not real.
[That's uncomfortable for him to admit out loud because moments ago Chris sounded and looked very real. So real, in fact, Barry had it imprinted at the front of his mind. It kept coming back to him in moments of silence. He's grateful for the distraction Sally provides, but he doesn't want to lose time on the streets, or traction to get someplace better- it's only a matter of time before the storm becomes impossible to navigate.]
Listen, we should probably get going.
[Barry doesn't sound sure himself, it's not like he can just take her back to the place he's squatting at, even if he wanted to. His equipment is out and he hasn't had time to shift things around and keep the place looking quasi-decent. He needed a different plan of action, maybe the diner or they could find a house she liked.]