[ is this what the arrow would be asked? why does he shoot? why does he dress up? what prompted him to claim the right of being the saviour of the city? a part of him wishes oliver was here so he could lean on him for support, but he doesn't need oliver's advice when it comes to iris. after all, hadn't he been he idiot who told him he'd never get the girl? ]

[ barry nods, acknowledging those questions make sense — because they do. it's almost the same questions a detective would ask of a witness or a criminal, although the flash is neither. he hopes the flash doesn't become the latter. ]

[ glancing around, he holds up his free hand, fingers bar his index folded into his palm. ] We're missing something. Hang on one sec.

[ before iris can even hold on for a second, he's gone — hand gently removing itself from her own — and he's back as soon as he disappears, golden electricity lighting up the rooftop. a few steps away from them are two lawn chairs, already set up for them to sit on. when he appears next to her, his feet aren't placed where they were before, a little closer to iris now; his hand slots back into her own as though it belongs there. ]

[ with a sheepish cock of his head toward the lawn chairs, ] I figure it'd be better to sit. Unless you want to stand, then we can stand. I don't mind standing.