Barry swallows hard, but the lump doesn't go away, especially when he sees the telltale sheen in Derek's eyes. Twisting further, Barry wraps his arms around Derek, pulls his legs up and wraps those around him too until they're completely tangled on the blankets.

"And I'd go to Beacon Hills if I had to," says Barry, smiling through the tremors in his own voice, "Even if it's apparently populated by dicks."