Barry had to wonder if Rip purposely said exactly the worst thing at any given moment. Not that it made it any better when he did say the wrong thing. And that was entirely the wrong thing. Moreso than Rip probably realized, if he even realized he'd said anything wrong at all.
Barry's childhood had been, for the most part, the best he could have hoped for, given the circumstances. Even losing his parents the way he had, he'd still grown up in a mostly supportive environment. He would never try to say that his childhood could compete with someone like Len, who had clearly been in an unhealthy situation. But that didn't mean there weren't parts that still stuck with him. And that, that tone and those words, hit at something that he'd never really been dealt with.
For all that people cared and wanted to help him, they had never believed him. He had seen what had happened to his father and his mother, but he was treated by everyone, even Joe, like he was delusional. Like he was too traumatized to know what he was talking about. Like he was, to be completely honest, broken. And he'd heard those words, We'll talk about it later when you can be reasonable, more times than he could count. Everyone wanted to brush him off. To make him feel like there was something wrong with him. And there was nothing wrong with him. Not then and not now.
He didn't want to hit Rip again, but he was worried about what he would do if he stayed in the room. "I need to," he took a calming breath and dug his nails into his palms to get himself out of control. He didn't even finish the sentence, just darted out of the room at Flash speed and stopped when he was in his bedroom. Sitting on the bed, he drew up his legs, wrapping his arms around them and resting his chin on his knees. He'd apologize to Len later, but his head wasn't in the right place to deal with Rip Hunter.