Who:Barry and Thea What:Meeting in a giant space head? When:Today Where:Medical Warnings:None I can think of?
Barry had physically healed and been released, but Caitlin was his friend and she practically lived there. He ended up frequenting medical often. Mostly out of habit, but also out of wanting to see her. He found himself feeling a little bitter about the space head recently, especially after Shepard had gotten hurt. If it had happened in Central City he could have stopped that attack, he would have had more of an ability to keep his friends safe and in space he just did not. He didn't have Cisco to alert him, or the STAR labs set up to make it easier on him to do what he needed to so his people were safe. Nope, there he could barely make a dent in the space battle. It was an unwelcome helpless feeling.
He tried to act normal, but normal wasn't really a thing he was good at doing when when it came to his emotions. Apparently Jason had noticed, he wasn't sure who else had but he needed to fix that. People looked to him to be the one they associated with hope-not brooding and darkness. He just didn't know how. Being so far away from Central City was difficult on him when it hadn't been his choice, and suddenly there were people he cared about that he wasn't equipped to help in this setting in spite of that he was supposed to be. He was supposed to know how to handle the weird. It was in his job description, but there had been so much of it lately that it was overwhelming and Barry didn't want to be a burden. Instead he just let himself shut down a little instead, but apparently it wasn't helping either.
He wasn't sure what else to do with himself, so he'd made a coffee run in spite of being in protest of it not being jitters, and lurked around a little while longer than he intended. It wasn't STAR labs, he probably shouldn't be doing that-but he felt out of place otherwise. It was a little comfort in a strange galaxy.