"Shut up," Barry laughs, pushing at one of those shoulders before he leans back against the headboard, regarding Snart with one arm stretched behind his head. "You're always so buttoned up at home, lurking cooly in warehouses, being aloof. Of course I'm curious to get to know you."

Barry pokes him with his foot. "And I do like you. I thought that was obvious with our whole, frankly outrageous agreement that I wouldn't turn you inn."