It was one thing to talk to Eobard through a computer screen. It was quite another to see him in person. Harry, the one from Earth-2, had never really bothered him much because he had always known he was a different person. His voice was different. His mannerisms were different. The way he smelled was different. And his temperament was certainly different. All of it added up and made it impossible to see Eobard in him. The man in front of him was everything he remembered and it hurt to look at him.
He swallowed, trying his best to ignore the sudden tightness in his chest. It was hard to remember his resolve to not fall into old habits, the desperate need for this man's approval. The need for affirmation and the overwhelming feelings that had never fully gone away. He did his best to keep his emotions hidden, keeping his expression calm, but he wasn't sure he'd managed it quickly enough. Eobard was a speedster, after all.
"I could say the same," he said, doing his best to keep his voice even.