For a long moment, Harrison just stared at Barry. His expression said it all, really: he didn't have time for this, and it was none of Barry's business. He'd said it over and over. They weren't partners or coworkers. Barry and his team could help if they wanted, but otherwise Harrison was going to do it himself. Simple as that. He didn't answer to them, they didn't answer to him. Like roommates, only with more threats and fancier gadgets.

But these were facts that Barry never could get straight. The whole team seemed to forget that he wasn't their old Harrison Wells, and he never would be. He wasn't their mentor. He wasn't their partner. End of story.

"If you haven't noticed, most of these meta attack happen after dark. In fact, a lot of them happen in the middle of the night. Not all of us have the metabolism and vigor to be up all night putting out fires while also being awake all day long. So I'd rather put my energy into when these things actually happen. End. Of. Story." He didn't try to side step Barry again. He just kept staring at him. Daring him to try something.