"Sorry," he says quickly, blinking until his eyes return to their usual hazel. He sighs heavily and furrows his brow, looking away for a moment. "Fire is just-- kind of a thing for me."

He listens to Barry's story curiously, frowning when he reveals that he almost died. The thought makes his belly twist and he shakes his head, unable to fathom this man he's known for an hour no longer existing.

"Half a galaxy away, but I still understood your Scrooge McDuck reference," he says with a rue smile, nudging Barry's shoulder with his own. "Maybe we should stick together."