Harry came to a sudden halt as Barry appeared before him. He could have bowled the younger man over, pushed on though and escaped. But for a moment, he didn't want to. His hunger would allow him to move another step, not when exactly what he needed stood immediately before. Touching him. He knew he should pull himself away before anything happened.

But in Barry looking him dead in the eye, he just couldn't resist any longer. An instinct that wasn't entirely his own kicked in and his pupils dilated. "Don't. Move." The words came out as a harsh, almost strained whisper. He'd reached out with a power he still hadn't entirely understood, the mind control that Zoom had mastered and allowed him to command the metas. He needed to pull away, but the smell of Barry, so very close, the sound and feel of his pulse, called to him with more ferocity than the heat of the sun behind him urged him inside.