I'll be fine. [Wally grabs his jacket from the back of the chair. He starts to slip it on before remembering it's hot outside, and that's why he took it off in the first place.

His thoughts are buzzing around in his head. Not needed. He's needed. And he doesn't have to be needed, he doesn't; he makes his own places, his own opportunities. Barry didn't want a sidekick, and so what? Wally made himself Barry's sidekick anyway.

His fingers move restlessly around his coat as he heads to the door, but something stops him, pulls him up short and he turns on his heel, jabs a finger in Annie's direction, and the words are falling out of his mouth before he can stop them. If he were honest with himself, he doesn't want to stop them anyway.] You should be careful. You're the one who told everyone that you've killed a bunch of people. You think we're all unwanted here? I don't agree, but if you really think that's true, then you're definitely worse off than I am.