[Bart can't help the breath of relief he's letting out at hearing that. Or the way the tension immediately drains out of him, the way his shoulders relax and the grin becomes a bit more genuine, his expression a little less tired.
He's not used to this. He's not used to this uneasy feeling in his chest, the way he's felt a lump in his throat ever since he woke up and realized what day this is, what this day was back home, just a few months ago.
He's not used to death actually affecting him. And he doesn't like it.]
Crash. [He zips away, coming back with the closest chair he could find and plopping it down, sitting backwards in it and crossing his arms over the top, resting his chin on his arms and watching what Wally's doing, the promise of a run placating him for now.] Why can't you just borrow stuff from the lab at work?
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He's not used to this. He's not used to this uneasy feeling in his chest, the way he's felt a lump in his throat ever since he woke up and realized what day this is, what this day was back home, just a few months ago.
He's not used to death actually affecting him. And he doesn't like it.]
Crash. [He zips away, coming back with the closest chair he could find and plopping it down, sitting backwards in it and crossing his arms over the top, resting his chin on his arms and watching what Wally's doing, the promise of a run placating him for now.] Why can't you just borrow stuff from the lab at work?
[ """""borrow""""" ]