And if Wells felt good, Barry felt… Okay, he’d felt pretty good ever since he woke up from the coma, felt incredible when he was out there running, saving people.
But this was better even than that, miles better than his own hand in the shower.
Maybe it was his new, upgraded, better-than-ever body, but it felt like he could go longer, go forever if he wanted to.
And Wells – Wells was perfect, even broken and beaten by the very forces that had made Barry that way.
God knew how beautiful he'd look whole, with bruises and abrasions healed, but now at least Barry could try to make amends.
I'm sorry I wasn't there, I'm sorry I couldn’t beat him for you.