Barry was tired. Mentally and physically he was just tired. He didn't sleep much these days, and didn't eat nearly as much as he should but he did enough. Enough to make people not worry about him, at least he hoped that was the case. Food was really unappealing but he nodded anyway.
The air smelled clean, he could actually breathe outside unlike that bunker where he'd spent most of his time trying not to breathe too deep. Everything about it was awful, the smell, the lack of food, the lack of light-it was meant to totally disorient them and it'd worked. Barry could still function, so that was something-but he felt like he was in pain nearly ninety percent of the time. He couldn't tell if it was physical or not. "I'm not hungry, but I'll go." If that was what Cisco wanted the he'd go with. He wasn't about to stop him from getting one even if the idea of the diner made him queasy. He'd basically gotten his calorie intake from the bars he'd been given since their release.
The shops they passed by reminded him he needed to get a new phone and wallet, but he really didn't feel like dealing with the general public. He gave Cisco a glance as he put his hands in his pockets "Everything looks normal." The whole town seemed to just move on after everything that had happened. He didn't understand how they could just turn a blind eye to everything. It was reminiscent of events in Salem's history and the whole town had just shrugged it off like it was nothing, honestly it made him angry-but he didn't voice it. Barry just stared at a few people who passed them by. They didn't even seem phased by what had just happened. How the hell were they even human? How could anyone do what they'd done and just move forward without so much as a glance?