august + barry, broken
August’s curls are more pronounced in the light rain, his eyes bright after having just reached a significant conclusion about the person they’re after.
Barry pretends to be skeptical to knock him down a few pegs.
“Are you forgetting I made detective?” August crows, a sore winner as always. “Eventually?”
Barry’s grin at that old tone is ingrained, not something he can prevent. “Alright, good call. Let’s get back to the lab and—“
Wait.
There is no lab. They’re not on duty. August is not his partner anymore, in any sense of the term, and he’s only helping because it probably advances...whatever his current agenda is. It’s an uneasy truce, at best.
Godspeed’s eyes have changed, dark and unfathomable at the Flash’s slip-up. Barry averts his eyes as the white cowl returns and makes his former friend expressionless once more.
“You look into that, Flash.” His voice is low and cold, another abrupt change. “I’ll check back in tomorrow.”
