[ the thing about tape recorders is if someone's savvy enough, they'll be able to pinpoint his voice. fortunately for barry over the years, the vibration of his voice — still high, still emotional, still recognisable if one was to sit and listen carefully — is enough to fool people into not tying him to the flash. he's never trusted anyone to openly record him via a recorder before, either. ]

[ he grins, big and wide, at the thought of this being old school journalism. barry nods. ] It's cool. Unless I say something stupid, then you're obligated to rewind and tape over it at least five times until I sound cool.

[ he looks to the chairs, then sits, falling into one and almost unbalancing himself immediately. most of their kismet meetings on the roof had them both standing, but given this is an interview — the interview, the one they've both been waiting for — it's best to sit down. ]

[ he suspects he's going to be here for longer than his usual two minutes. ]

Hit me.