Your room. Once you have settled down. If you truly can. But, Wally has
waited a couple of days, until he knew you were well and the HQ was safe
enough to return to. He waited until he was normal again. But, there is a
soft knocking on your door. "Bart?"

Having plunged himself into the glorious escapism of his Playstation,
headphones, scowl, and all...Bart quite undestandably doesn't hear Wally
knocking. Every once in awhile, he lets out a grumble or a barely audible
cheer. Y'know, you restrain yourself somewhat when you're alone. It's this
weird psychology - unless something's truly trip-to-the-bathroom
hilarious, people don't generally laugh to themselves; unless there are
others around, people don't make it a habit to react vocally to
/anything/. So unless Wally's listening closely, he really can't hear
anything through that poster-covered door of the teenaged tornado's.

Venturing to open the door, Wally cracks it open a bit, and asks again,
"Bart?" He peers inside, looking for you. He seems ...calm. Too calm. Sad.
Regetful? Maybe a little. He isn't sure what to think. Likely he suspects
you are scared of him. Being liek that, like he was, scares himself, so
what did it do to you? He needs to talk to you about this. He has been
trying to for some time. "YOu in here? Can we talk?"

Sensing a disturbance in the Force of the intricate web of mess in his
room, Bart flinches and pauses his game, lowering his headphones and
hanging them around his neck. He turns and blinks, then -- then the
emotions flood his face. Relief. Happiness. Worry. Not a speck of fear.
"Wally, you're back!" he yells, in the obligatory statement of the
patently obvious, disentangling himself from the rats' nest of wires and
cables that comprise the floor of his room. He runs up to give you a
tacklehug, then skids at the last second, eyebrows raised. "Are you okay?
Can I touch you without my hand going through?"

"Yeah," Wally chokes as he finds himself hugging back, in a weird way. In
all of his time he has never really hugged people. Well, Linda, but she
doesn't count. His parents never did, and as close as barry was... He hugs
again, quick, and lets go, moving his hands to run through his hair. "I'm
back, yes, and I'm sorry I ran off like that. I jst scared myself. I seem
to be fine now, but I'm not really sure, but ..." He stoops himself and
looks you over. "The real question should be are *you* fine. Last time I
saw you you were pretty badly beaten up..." And he moves to sit on your
bed, where eh can. Join him? "I'm solid now. For a while. As long as I
don't run again."

Bart Allen bites his lip, hanging back and folding his hands behind him.
He looks at you from under his mop of hair, and hesitates before he talks,
but finally says, "So that's why you're stopping. It's not just so you can
pay more attention to your social life. It's cuz you /have/ to." He pauses
again, unmoving, then says softly, "'m sorry I made you run again."

Wally shakes his head, "bart, no, you have nothing to be sorry for. Look,
come here and sit with me, kay?" He sighs and looks to you. This is
something you should sit for, right? "I would run again in an instant if
it meant that I could save you, again. No matter what. it wasn't your
fault. it wasn't anyone's fault. These things happen, and .... they have
to be dealt with in time, in various ways. it is the nature of what we do.
Sometimes stuff happens to us as well." he shrugs a little and looks up
from his hands, which he had been looking to, to you. "But yes, that is
why I have stopped running, because of that ... that ... whatever you want
to call it. I can't control it, and have no idea how. I could stay that
way or .... I'm scared Bart, very, very scared. And how can I be the Flash
when being the Flash scares me?" Wally sighs and only hopes he is making
sense. "I wish I could go on being the hero everyone wants me to be...."
And then silence for a moment. "Bart, you are the only person that has
seen me like that, and I hope to keep it that way..."

Nodding silently, Bart still doesn't move. He thinks better when he's on
his feet. "I think better when I'm on my feet," he notes, shoving his
hands in his pockets. "Wally, they're worried about you. All your friends.
The JLA. Dinah. They know you're not running. WHen I got out of the
hospital, I couldn't find you. The HQ still wasn't safe, says the city,
and Dinah let me crash at her place until it got inspected again. I still
couldn't find you. Where did you go?" He just keeps talking, quickly and
in a low voice; he has to get it all out. And, maddeningly enough, he's
still looking at you through his hair. "I wasn't scared of you. I was
scared /for/ you. You /can't/ scare me. Grife, man, I've fought lightning
beasts and vampires and rabid shapeshifters. You think a Fourth World
version of my big cousin is gonna freak me out?"

Wally smiles a little, "I was hoping not, but I scared *me* Bart, which is
a big thing. I've never really done that before. Been like this." He
shrugs and sighs, standing now. "I went ... well, first I went to the
Speed Force all itself, and ran along it for a while. I didn't want to,
but ... something made me. But then I came back and ... I went to Linda's
home in Keystone. She wasn't there, but being abut her stuff helped. I
thought about going to see her but ... I can't share this with her yet. or
the others." The others being the JLA people, and Dinah. "I tried to tell
Dick, but ... well, I may try again, bit for some reason I think you
understand. You won't be scared, and you'll understand that too." he sighs
and paces a little, hands behind himself, looking down. "I should have
come back sooner, but I only recently ... became normal again, if you want
to call it that. I'm sorry I didn't come check on you sooner."

Bart Allen shrugs. "I got okay fast. Got some kickass scars, though." He
grins.