[He fists his fingers into Barry's shirt, standing but still curling himself as tight as he can into Barry's chest. It's a long time coming for the burst of this tension, six months since he got back after knowing what Lucretia did and simply pushing it off because Lup was right by his side. He should've confronted this. He should have done so many things. But now all he wants to think about is someone holding him, the gasped breaths where he can get gulps of air between the tight way he's pressing himself inward. Everything's too much. All of it's always been too much. Why should he even have to deal with this.

Taako registers that Barry's talking, eventually, but it takes him a minute to have the combination of air and words to actually respond.]

Yeah, I... yeah. I know.

[He doesn't want to have hurt her. But he did. And while he knows showing up like this would probably be enough for her to forgive him in an instant, he doesn't really want it to be that way anyway. He wants to... be better. She deserves him better.

Taako pulls himself back enough to breathe, making a wet sniffing noise and reaching up to shove a hand between Barry's body and his face to wipe some of that away.]

Can you, just... can you call her in like an hour? When I have time to, I dunno, stop all... all this. Actually talk.