Had Wells been thinking about this before tonight, the way Barry had sort of thought about it sometimes in a corner of his mind?
A year ago, Wells had been the sort of nerd every nerd longed to be: tall, charismatic, well-dressed, with looks that might have belonged to a movie star.
And now, even after the disaster that had wrecked his image, his body, and his life’s work, he still had that commanding presence, that sly wit, that smile that Barry longed to earn.