Barry glares at him, but he doesn't press the point. He knows very well how much a timeline can change by the smallest alteration. He'll resist for now, but a day may very well come when he asks if Iris is at least safe.

"Fine," he says, stepping back. "To the telling me things part, not the bed part, that's my bed, I earned it. Though my bungalow has a couch in the common room. My roommates will be okay with you sleeping there until we can get you an unaphro'd tent."