[ Cisco had been trying to get work done all morning, with very little success. Hard to focus on designing better firefighter helmets when all he can seem to think of is how little Barry had ever thanked him for all the work he put into perfecting the Flash suit. Which is so silly, so petty, so unimportant. What should it matter? He didn't design the suit, or improve it, or constantly spend extra hours repairing it for thanks. He did it to help, no strings attached.
But still, he couldn't help feeling the sting of it. How little he'd been appreciated.
He'd needed a break, so he'd come out here, to this park, ostensibly to eat his lunch. Except he isn't eating, when Lucretia wanders over to join him. He doesn't even bother pretending to be alright; instead, he holds out the brown paper bag in her direction, offering: ]
I passed grouchy two days ago. I'm straight-up cantankerous, now. You hungry? I'm just gonna pitch it in the trash otherwise.
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But still, he couldn't help feeling the sting of it. How little he'd been appreciated.
He'd needed a break, so he'd come out here, to this park, ostensibly to eat his lunch. Except he isn't eating, when Lucretia wanders over to join him. He doesn't even bother pretending to be alright; instead, he holds out the brown paper bag in her direction, offering: ]
I passed grouchy two days ago. I'm straight-up cantankerous, now. You hungry? I'm just gonna pitch it in the trash otherwise.