Barry trailed after him, scowling, feeling itchy in his own skin in a way that hadn't happened since right after he'd opened his eyes from the coma, before he'd gotten the hang of his speed. This was his fault, he'd only wanted to help Harry, but he'd pushed him too hard, and now this—

No. No, they could fix this. They'd talk to Caitlin and Cisco, he'd admit it was his fault, he'd keep them away from Harry, they'd have to out Harry as a vampire but he was a vampire now too, it wasn't like they could hide it.

"Where are we going?" he asked, irritated, frustrated, angry, distracted.