[Taako isn’t a crying type— or rather, the situations in which he allows himself to cry are so, so small. Something must really reach a breaking point before he makes it there. But seeing the people who are arguably the most important to him sobbing makes his heart ache. He’s not loud, not a scene maker. But his head is tipped into Lup’s hair, hand fisted into Barry’s back, and he has a few quiet moments among the connection.

And as soon as it came, it’s over, Barry and Lup shifting around him, ready to get moving again. He has just enough time to wipe his face before they’re on him, and he’s back to his normal show of rolling his eyes as they take his weight.]

What, are we just gonna move like the worst hydra back to this thing? I can walk, jeez.

[He’s not pushing them away, though. While he feels more stable on his feet, he’s exhausted, and the hand that isn’t over Barry’s shoulder holds the Umbra Staff steady for balance.]

And look, I was doing, uh, just fine for a while there. Got one of ‘em real good. And I fixed it, so, uh, all points to Taako I think.

[He is largely unwilling to admit this is his fault.]