[It's good to note he's still wearing the ring and the watch. As Barry sits with him he'll shift his position some. He's already looking comfortable, one knee crossed over the other. But he'll stretch one arm over the back of bench as Barry joins him, sort of opening up the space between them, making an invisible bubble for just the pair of them. It's a silent invitation should the speedster eventually get too cold.

His blue eyes lift to the cloudy and dark sky above as he searches for an answer.]

When I shut down my rampant thoughts it helps to focus. So I can get a better grasp of my gut feelings about something that might be eluding me.

[Like his feelings in general and sorting them all out. He knows what his brain is trying to warn him about, he can hear all the reasons screaming at him not to pursue this. But his heart and his gut feeling are winning out over the bad vibes right now.

Long fingers tap the wood behind Barry's right shoulder in a light, thoughtful rhythm. Maybe he's still a little nervous about this, though he appears fairly calm compared to earlier. He takes a deep breath and tries to figure out the words to say or how to actually answer the other and not just give him some story hinting at what he's been doing since he left the party.]

I'm sorry... about how I acted earlier.

[Apologies are hard, ok?

He tilts his head and notes the way the others shoulders are drawn in and or how he shivers slightly.]

Are you cold?

[He unzips his parka.]

You can come closer, I won't bite.