"I'd probably like her," Kazu agrees mildly, leaving it unsaid how unimpressed he's been by how pretty much everyone else Barry's told him about from home treats him. Maybe he'd like Cisco too, but there's no way to tell for sure.

He's about to change the topic slightly when Barry reaches out and takes his hand, and suddenly he doesn't remember what he was going to say. The breath he'd drawn goes unused as he closes his mouth, brow furrowing slightly.

More than enough, he says. This is the bare minimum, in Kazu's opinion. All he's done is listen when a friend said he needed to talk, and once again Barry's standards are almost upsetting. He had to dig a hole to set this bar. After a moment Kazu turns his hand to better squeeze back, shaking his own head as well.

"Sometimes I really don't know what to do with you, Barry."