There had been a time when the opinion of Harrison Wells had meant more to Barry than almost anyone's. He had been a friend. A mentor. And, for a little while, Barry had even had a crush on him. A purely intellectual crush. A purely intellectual crush that had nothing to do with the older man's incredibly blue eyes or his wry smile or anything like that. Okay, so maybe it had a bit to do with that. But it didn't matter, because that had been in the past, before he had learned that it was all a lie. That he meant nothing to Thawne. That Thawne hated him and wanted nothing more than to destroy his life. Now, they were nothing but enemies. It still hurt to remember that it hadn't always been the case
Things were different now. And even though it seemed, for just a moment, that Thawne had cared, that their friendship had been real enough to stay his hand, it was clear there would be no mercy from the older man. Maybe he'd made a mistake by attacking Thawne like that, when it seemed like he might be changing his mind. But he couldn't risk that the other man might still try to kill him. He knew just how deadly Thawne could be. He couldn't afford to let his guard down.
Then Thawne's shoulder was hitting him in the stomach, throwing him back into a nearby wall. His head smacked hard into the bricks, making his vision swim for a long moment, and the hit did no favors to his already damaged ribs. He stumbled, spitting out blood, and took a shaky breath before running toward Thawne. His leg still ached, but he was good to run. He grabbed the front of the other man's suit and pulled him along, slamming him into a building down the street.