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This version of Barry Allen has, essentially, completely taken over the Star Labs TV room. The walls, the coffee table, the windows and even the television are completely covered in these strange symbols resembling pictographs and other such things. Barry is, at this moment, sitting on the floor and drawing on it with that ever present chalk marker.

On top of the television, a pile of ice cream bar sticks and wrappers. Apparently he has been eating something, at least.

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"Do you have darkness in you?" She asks, squinting a little at his reaction to his own words. "I think everyone does, to a certain degree. Parts of you, you don't want to exist, that you wanna hide from the world. You just have to not let that part control the rest of you."

"So many faces. I don't know him. Zoom. Is he here?" There's a tone of concern, here.

"Mm-hm. Everyone's kind of multiple people, right? Who are you are with your family, or friends, or at school or work... it's still you at the core, but it's all a little different every time." She tips her head at the sudden concern in his voice. "I haven't met anyone called Zoom." And he sounds like an idiot, if that's the name he decided to go by.

"Barry, Barry, Bart and Barry." He shakes his head. "Nora can't be here. Who are you again?"

She's barely following him, but whatever. He's talking to her rather than at her like he was before, so she's taking it as a win. "Are you Barry?" She tips her head. Who is Nora? "I'm Becky."

"Barry," he says, agreeably before picking up one of the chalk markers. "One of many. How many?"

"Sounds like at least three so far?" She has no clue he means literally the same person. There are probably plenty of people named Barry. "I've met tons of Rebecca's. I even had two in my class in school."

"No. No. I don't know where Snart is."

"Who?" She squinches her eyes up at him.

"I don't know when he is either."

"When-- oh. You mean, like, time travel?" Mick had mentioned that. That was how she was here, or...something. Instead of being busy not existing because she'd died.

"I don't know where we are."

"Well, that makes two of us, buddy." Without thinking much about it, she reaches over and pats his shoulder lightly, an act of camaraderie more than anything.

"Joe knows. Joe knows."

"I have no idea who Joe is." She points out, staring at him.

"He'll be upset."

She frowns a little at that. "Why?" Upset men didn't tend to spell good things, in her experience.

"She runs into danger."

"Who runs into danger?"

He shrugs. "Purple flowers."

She shakes her head a little, "Sorry, I don't understand." She was doing so well with figuring him out, she feels a little deflated that he's lost her.

Shaking his head. "It's fine. Doesn't matter. The sun is melting."

"I hope not," she gives a facial shrug at that comment. "Listen, I don't know what's got you so mixed up in the way you say things, but...I'll always be around if you wanna talk, okay?" She smiles a little.

"I'll be right here." Is that even a response to what she's saying? Let's pretend it is, even if not.

"You stay in here all the time?" She asks curiously. "Do you stay here because you want to, or is someone making you?" Because she knows a little bit about not being allowed things, and she doesn't like the idea of someone locking this guy away like disease that needs to be quarantined. So what if he was different and talked a little funny? It didn't mean that was the right response.