It’s a silly thought, but Felicity misses Barry’s sweaters.
Their jumpsuits are so plasticky and rubbery that upon contact, they make that weird swooshy scratchy sound. Which is why, to avoid it in general, Felicity usually has her sleeves rolled up. So now, it was her arm against Barry’s non-cozy-sweater sleeve.
Regardless, she takes comfort in how the two of them can be like this again, and in how sturdy and safe holding onto Barry’s arm feels. With Felicity, Barry has never needed to be the Flash in order to be her friend. He can just be Barry, and she still feels better when he’s around.
“New memories?” Her voice drops an octave as she repeats that phrase as a question, but it’s really just a way for her to process the information. “Yeah. Theoretically.” She looks up at him as they walk and she can tell that something’s bothering him. “What did you remember Barry?”
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Their jumpsuits are so plasticky and rubbery that upon contact, they make that weird swooshy scratchy sound. Which is why, to avoid it in general, Felicity usually has her sleeves rolled up. So now, it was her arm against Barry’s non-cozy-sweater sleeve.
Regardless, she takes comfort in how the two of them can be like this again, and in how sturdy and safe holding onto Barry’s arm feels. With Felicity, Barry has never needed to be the Flash in order to be her friend. He can just be Barry, and she still feels better when he’s around.
“New memories?” Her voice drops an octave as she repeats that phrase as a question, but it’s really just a way for her to process the information. “Yeah. Theoretically.” She looks up at him as they walk and she can tell that something’s bothering him. “What did you remember Barry?”