“Good.” Barry sighed, running a hand through his hair before shrugging at the question. “Nearly healed up. He’s definitely someone not to be underestimated. Got 6 throwing knife-like playing cards to the chest and a bit of electrocution, but I’m good. I patched up the holes in the suit, but I figured the gadgets were your thing to repair.”
“Duuuude.” Cisco sighed, thinking about his poor suit and all that it’s endured. “I went and made you another suit. But you have to try your very hardest to keep this one nice, you hear?” Cisco said, walking over to assess the damage. “I’ll take a look at the comm system and whatnot later.” Cisco mumbled, running his fingers over the fresh mends in the suit. “I really want to figure out this collar thing though. I might pack it away and come back to it when I’m not so hungover and I have more free time. Speaking of hungover, have you heard from Vi yet? I haven’t seen her since we fought and then somehow made up on the balcony before everything really went haywire.”
Cisco backup 