"No. Yeah. Thank you." Steph's voice is distant and carefully controlled. She looks away, still hardly moving. "I appreciate being told." She clamps her lips together tightly.

The blaring of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker is loud in the quiet room. Steph smacks her hand down on the remote, muting it; the heroes and villains keep fighting on the screen, bright shapes in Steph's peripheral vision.

She's not. going. to. cry. She won't. It's a hard enough decision for Barry. He doesn't need some girl making it even worse. She stares at the floor determinedly and folds her hands in her lap.