She stiffened a little when he sat beside her and Patty had to take a deep breath in through her nose to keep herself calm. It was the most conflicting feeling she'd ever experienced; she was angry with him but at the same time he still managed to make her heart flutter a little. She wanted to yell but felt those butterflies still moving around in her stomach. Barry was the only person who was ever able to make her feel that way.
He began to explain an she closed her eyes, swallowing hard past the lump that was already forming in her throat, and when he finished Patty knew she should have just forgave him and let it go. She knew that she should have just dismissed him, because anything other than that was just torturing herself. But she couldn't. "Right," she began quietly, eyes opening so she could look down at her hands folded on her knees. "You pushed me away because you needed to protect me. You lied to me about being The Flash, even though you knew that I knew, because it was easier than saying 'just leave'. You knew I would go if you lied. You knew that I knew you were lying."
Her fingers curled a little into fists and Patty finally managed to look over at him. "That wasn't your call to make," she said flatly, words that had been burning on her tongue for over a month. "I thought that we - we were getting serious, Barry. You don't get to decide whether or not I need to be 'protected'. I was on the Metahuman Taskforce, I put myself in that line of fire before I even started dating you. You don't get to say what's the 'right thing for me'." Her voice cracked, but instead of looking angry Patty's eyes just filled with hurt. "I get to decide what's right for me. And you took that decision away from me, in - in the worst way, Barry, you lied to my face and I tried."
Her voice turned weak, and the tension seemed to melt out of her, shoulders slumping in defeat. "...I tried so hard..."