"You're not," Derek assures him, laughing softly even as he preens a little at the attention. Barry suddenly has the moon to contend with; it's understandable that he would be a little focused on that. "But yeah, now that you mention it-- I could eat."

He's starving, actually. Generally he's hungry at any given moment, and the shock of everything made it a little easier to ignore, but he should probably get some food in him soon. "I'll make us something in a bit. You won't be as hungry as you usually are, I imagine, but you should still eat too."

Now that he has Barry's full attention, he looks down at his vibrating hand and wills it to be still. "I just-- how do you contain it? I feel like if I move, I won't be able to stop."