( she really should say no. that's the responsible thing to do, isn't it, when all you want to do is just mope in your own bed and feel nothing and talk to no one? but she can't even do that, because the small double bed in the apartment the city's given her feels wrong. it's too narrow, the mattress too hard. none of the pillows have been crushed quite right. most painful of all, there's no comfortable weight beside her, warmth and sturdy support all in one tall body.
maybe it's the bittersweet knowledge that she doesn't have much to go back to in her self-imposed exile that convinces her to take barry's offer. maybe it's just sheer loneliness. maybe a little bit of both. but whatever the reason, kara lets him guide her out of the volunteer center, away from the wandering crowds, until they're safely on their own. until they're in a spot where a sudden burst of wind and crackling electricity isn't likely to set anyone's clothes on fire, so that barry can pick her up in that ever-familiar fireman's cradle and run her — quite literally — over to his intended destination.
when he finally comes to a stop, she offers: ) Are we there yet?
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( she really should say no. that's the responsible thing to do, isn't it, when all you want to do is just mope in your own bed and feel nothing and talk to no one? but she can't even do that, because the small double bed in the apartment the city's given her feels wrong. it's too narrow, the mattress too hard. none of the pillows have been crushed quite right. most painful of all, there's no comfortable weight beside her, warmth and sturdy support all in one tall body.
maybe it's the bittersweet knowledge that she doesn't have much to go back to in her self-imposed exile that convinces her to take barry's offer. maybe it's just sheer loneliness. maybe a little bit of both. but whatever the reason, kara lets him guide her out of the volunteer center, away from the wandering crowds, until they're safely on their own. until they're in a spot where a sudden burst of wind and crackling electricity isn't likely to set anyone's clothes on fire, so that barry can pick her up in that ever-familiar fireman's cradle and run her — quite literally — over to his intended destination.
when he finally comes to a stop, she offers: ) Are we there yet?