barry.

Barry gave him this unbelievable look. “Seriously?” he
uttered, shaking his head. That’s got to be the worst
argument ever. “I’m not mad at you, I was worried, I’m
still worried.” The speedster sighed, and shook rubbed
the back of his neck. “Why’d you do it?”

“Seriously.  If I’m not hurt?  You can’t be mad because you
would be mad for no reason.  See,” he asked trying to make
light of the situation because–deep down–he was still rattled.
What happened could have gone terribly wrong. Barry being
upset, though?  That was the worst.  Blaine stuttered, pushed
his palms flat together and shoved them between his knees
shrugging lightly.  “Because if I didn’t step in?  No one would.
What kind of a person would that make me?”