"That's not a change, Wells, we know, we're—" Hell, when had Harry gotten that strong? Barry didn't have super-strength, but his grip wasn't usually that easy to snap out of. The image of the crushed coffee mug came back to him and he folded his arms and side-stepped again, back into his path.

"Okay. I get that you don't want to talk about whatever's wrong with you, but that's not gonna work for me. And I know you don't care about that either, but I could always toss you in the pipeline and tell the others you've been acting suspicious. Which, y'know, wouldn't exactly be an exaggeration. Up all night, already gone by the time we get here in the morning, and you look terrible. Are you even eating?"