It's as if his emotions - every single one of them - have risen to the surface, right there in the open where Barry's mind has no say about it. "No fair," he whines, for he really does love his speed, but at least being like Derek for a while will be interesting. Educational, even.

Or it would be, if Barry didn't feel like his blood itself was itching. "For real?" he asks, looking at the ceiling as if the moon will somehow present itself through the roof. Actually...now that he tries, he can feel it. It's shining down on him from high above the chimney. "Is that why I feel so antsy?" he asks. "Like I want to kiss you and also punch a tree?"