He's looking for a reason to go, obviously he's intruding on something warm and special between them both. But then his speedster double is wrapping him up in a hug and he goes rigid for a long moment.

When was the last time he was hugged like that?

There's the barest shudder as he dares to lean into it. Their lives are domestic. Stable. Things he used to dream about as a kid.

"I'm not sure what number I'm on," he admits, hating the way his voice cracks.