[Hank might be lower class, but Barry has been all but pulled into the belief that he's a former naval soldier from World War I and a single father to boot. The Barry left behind for this delusion would have been offended, the feud between the navy and the marines went back further than he did, but this Barry short for Bartholomew is a different beast altogether. Softer than Berkman, more socially aware than Block. He is for all intents and purposes the man that Barry could have been had he not chosen the line of work that had completely encapsulated his life into a mess of blood, bodies, and bad judgment.

He's dressed down for a change and isn't wearing his blazer or his hat, despite the clean pressed appearance he still looks a little erratic. Barry narrowly misses body checking Hank on his deliberately fast-paced jaunt across the outer perimeter of the ship, closest to the deck railing.]

Shit. Uh, I'm sorry. My son got away from me again and the last time he went missing he was in the brig, so- you alright?