#ofcoldguns

“Hello, handsome.”

“like what, lenny?” lisa looks up through thick lashes, one hand holding chopsticks while the other is settled underneath her bowl of noodles. “i’m just saying, you’re not being the most subtle about... well... any of it. have you considered talking about it? i know feelings aren’t exactly our forte but i think it might serve you well in this case.” 

“you know...” the laugh he let out was somehow both bitter and sad at the same time, “there’s some shit i wish i didn’t remember.” like how long he’d been holding out hope that maybe this thing he felt wasn’t just him. he took a long pull from his beer, suddenly wishing it was something stronger, something that would actually let him not think about this for a little while. maybe if he drank enough, he would forget this again. 

               “It’s, uh— It’s a long story.” Despite the fact that his friends and family had gone out of their way to try and convince Barry that he should not blame himself for the problem he was facing regarding the source of his speed, the Flash had never been one to forgive himself too quickly, hence the fact that his head hung in shame. From his perspective, if nobody else was going to give him a hard time about it, the least he could do was do so himself. “Point is I can’t—— I shouldn’t use my powers too much for now.” | @ofcoldguns​

"Oh..." Iris replied softly, her gaze slowly lifting to meet his as she studied him for a moment. "Did you?" The question came with a small smile only visible on the corner of her lips. "What about?"

Iris paced on the spot for a few moment, before looking up, arms crossed, “I know plans are supposed to be your thing but ... I’m having doubts.”

     Arthur wasn’t usually one for small talk but there was something about the man that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, making him glance over for a moment before he spoke. “You don’t like you’re here for the fishing.” Which was what most of the strangers in town came for.