[At least he doesn't fight him on this. At least Taako knows what he has to do, and is prepared to do it.

In time. The least Barry can do is give him a little more time.]

Of course. Yeah, I'll call her later. No problem.

[Giving both of them time to simmer down is probably for the best. They might not have fought like this much in the century on the ship, but Barry knows first hand just how volatile the two of them can get when they're both fired up, egging each other on, pushing each other's buttons.

There's a hope, a small careful hope, that Taako will be able to talk to Lucretia too once he's calmed down. Maybe not right away, but... somewhere down the line. Baby steps. Not inviting her to stay with them in the house, but maybe letting her come over for dinner once in a while. His trust in her might be irreparably damaged, but you don't need too much trust in a dinner guest, right?

That's for another time. For now, Barry just keeps his hands on Taako, giving him as much space and as much touch as he feels he can handle.]

Wanna join me in th'kitchen? I'll put on some tea, get us some blankets. Whatever y'need.

[Trust in Barry to offer tea to someone who just verbally tore his ass to shreds.]