"Yeah well, different worlds, right?" His smile is bitter as he salutes his double with his beer. "Your world your old man didn't do it, you got to become a CSI and a Speedster. Me? I got bounced around some crap homes and wound up on the streets. Lucky me."
He rakes long fingers through his hair.
"Different worlds I guess."
Barry's gaze flicks to the quieter version in the kitchen. "Lemme guess. You're the lucky one." His voice isn't bitter, it's simply resigned.
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Date: 2017-11-10 02:21 am (UTC)He rakes long fingers through his hair.
"Different worlds I guess."
Barry's gaze flicks to the quieter version in the kitchen. "Lemme guess. You're the lucky one." His voice isn't bitter, it's simply resigned.