( she's quiet for a long moment, teeth worrying over a patch of newly healed skin just beneath her lip, over and over until it breaks between her grip, the coppery taste of her own blood a now familiar sensation as it floods her mouth. how strange, to think she'd never known it before.
she supposes, though, that she doesn't have much choice. whether she goes with barry or not, whether she tells him or not, word will get out. it's a small city. if he doesn't tell him, someone will. so, after a few minutes of mulling it over, kara's shoulders sag a bit, and she nods her agreement. )
Okay. ( it's not okay, not really, but she's trying. ) Okay, I'll go. To your apartment, or... wherever.
( as long as it's not the townhouse. she doesn't want to go there. she's not ready to go there yet. to see him, to step foot into all of those memories. )
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she supposes, though, that she doesn't have much choice. whether she goes with barry or not, whether she tells him or not, word will get out. it's a small city. if he doesn't tell him, someone will. so, after a few minutes of mulling it over, kara's shoulders sag a bit, and she nods her agreement. )
Okay. ( it's not okay, not really, but she's trying. ) Okay, I'll go. To your apartment, or... wherever.
( as long as it's not the townhouse. she doesn't want to go there. she's not ready to go there yet. to see him, to step foot into all of those memories. )