[He's just trying to find it in him to breathe, right now. His throat hurts, his eyes sting, he hates these feelings and can do absolutely nothing about them except give it time and try not to mourn himself. He's not even thinking about Lucretia right now- or at least, he's trying not to. Barry's right here. Lup was right there. And they didn't leave him, they're-- they're at least trying.

He huffs, but even Taako finds a chuckle in that statement.]

Jeez, Bar, you really like getting whipped around, huh? We yell at each other and then you wanna take care of me or something.

[He's still grateful, even though he knows he doesn't deserve it. The least he can do is make the tea. He probably won't.

Barry will get some cookies later. Just for him, in a little wrapped tin, left on his bed. Don't @ him. It's the only way he knows to say i'm sorry and thank you.]

Let's just. Get outta here, okay?