Felicity led them to their hotel.

The hotel was 5 stars and even with their arguing: "No, we can't possibly stay there." "No worries, Oliver said he was paying." "No, you really don't have to do it." "Calm down, it's fine!", they had already gotten their room keys, (Everyone had gotten a separate room.) and were headed to the elevator, their bags in their hands, and suitcases rolling after them.

They all piled into the elevator, HR and Felicity walking in first, and then Barry. If anyone noticed how Cisco walked in next, and pointedly avoided standing near him, they didn't show it. Cisco squeezed himself between Felicity and then Caitlyn when she walked in afterwards.

Barry's stomach did a little flip as the elevator doors shut and they began moving up.

They were surrounded by an awkward, yet tense, silence.

Once the doors opened, Cisco immediately walked out first. Barry allowed the others to go ahead of him, before he stepped out as well. Felicity took a quick count and then asked "Okay, so your rooms are?"

"Umm. 816" Felcity nodded at Caitlyn. "817. Oh! I'm rooming near to you!" Caitlyn gave a small smile at HR, who had began to talk about the one time a fan of his novels had roomed next to him on his Earth. Everyone though, tuned him out of course. Barry said his room number slightly quietly, as the minor incident in the elevator still bothered him. "814" But before he had even finished saying the number, Cisco called out, "821", and began walking down the hall, following the sign that said: 800 - 825 to the right.

Barry sighed, and dragged his suitcase right after Cisco. The others followed after him, yet because he was ahead of them, Barry missed the look Caitlyn, HR, and Felicity sent him.

He stopped in front of his room, shuffling his suitcase closer to him, and shouldering his bag, so that HR and Caitlyn could get through with their stuff. All of them stopped at their respective door, and Barry could exactly how they were placed. He had a gap in-between him and Caitlyn, but that were still next to each other, o the same side of the hall. HR was slightly diagonal to Caitlyn's room. being on the other side of the hall and all. Cisco was on the same side as HR, yet they had a door in between them.

Felicity stood in the center of the hallway. "So, you guys can set your stuff down and we can all go out and meet Oliver." Unlike when she first suggested it, Felicity was a lot more subdued. Probably, because she had surely picked up on the bad vibes by now, that were in between the team. No one made a move to say anything, in agreement or not. (Even HR was slightly somber.) But Barry could see everyone's brains whirling.

Cisco wasn't going to go if Barry went.

Caitlyn would honestly end up nagging him, if he went. Of course Barry would be (insanely) happy with her trying to keep him company, but it would still be awkward. And forced conversations can only go so far.

Cisco was still talking to Caitlyn as well. So, there was no reason for him to hold her back.

And HR was going whether anyone else did or not.

So that left only the logical solution. Barry cleared his throat, and everyone looked at him. He smiled apologetically at them, "I'll hang back here. You guys can go on without me."

Felicity's mouth was already agape, prepared to argue, but Barry continued to insist. "No trust me. I'm pretty tired. Plus, I can't get drunk anyways. Fast metabolism and stuff."

Felicity relented and sighed. "Okay." Barry nodded, giving her a small smile. "We can met each other down in the lobby in 30 minutes. Does that sound good?" Felicity got murmurs of agreement from everyone else. Immediately, everyone swiped their key cards, and walked into their rooms.

Barry opened his door and pulled his stuff in. As he was about to close his door, Felicity stuck her foo tin between the wall and door. "Hey. I wanna talk." He backed off and opened the door for her. She entered and they both actually took a moment to see the room.

They knew it was a five star hotel, but this was really out of their expectations. The walls were a bright clean light beige, and the floor was a mellow cream. The room was wide, with floor to ceiling windows across on half of the room, (specifically the half where the front door was sided.) In front of the windows, was a black couch, and two arm chairs. In the middle was a black coffee table. A TV rested on the wall. On the other side was a queen sized bed, with a white/red comforter. There were two dark brown nightstands on either sides of the bed. Directly to the right of the front doorway was the bathroom, which was practically almost as big as the room itself.

Felicity moved, and sat down on the couch, setting her purse beside her. Barry followed and sat down on one of the arm chairs.

They sat in silence for a few minutes. Barry decided to speak first, "I wasn't lying when I said I couldn't get drunk." Felicity gave him a small smile, before leaning in and putting her hand on his. "What's login on? It's all about Flashpoint isn't it."

Barry sighed and used his other hand to rub his face. "I- well I- yeah it is. Cisco is still angry with me over Dante's death." "But, what about Caitlyn?" "Well, it's because of me and Flashpoint that she's becoming Killer Frost, and I-" Felicity's eyebrows shrunk. "Killer who?!"

Barry sighed and took a moment to explain who Killer frost was.

Who she was on Earth 2.

How Caitlyn feared becoming her. How Caitlyn is becoming her.

How the only way she's been able to control herself was because of Cisco's cuffs.

He told her about the things Caitlyn, as Killer Frost, said while Wally was in Savitar's cocoon.

"So that would explain the mild awkwardness between you and her." Felicity said as she grimaced.

"Wow, how'd you know?"

"Barry."

He sighed. "I know. Sorry. It's just- It's my fault and-"

"Barry, it may be your fault, but you have to overlook it. You need to keep moving forward. Caitlyn with Ronnie. You and your parents. It still hurts, but you guys all moved on." Felicity's voice grew stronger, and sterner. Her strong gaze held his eyes.

But while she got tougher, Barry's voice grew weaker and feeble. "Yeah, but this was entirely my fault. All of that was login to happen anyways. The things that happened now weren't ever supposed to happen." He felt like crying. His eyes were probably already shining. Felicity must have agreed, because she leaned over and hugged him, rubbing her hand on his back.

She pulled back after a few moments. Barry cleared his throat, quickly brushing his eyes. "If you ever need to speak, you can come to me. And Oliver. You don't have to keep secrets forms. I'll never hate you. And I'm sure the others don't either, they're just still coming to terms with everything."

He took a shaky breath and nodded. She looked at her watch and stood up with Barry doing the same. She grabbed her stuff, and than they made their way to the front door. "It's been 25 minutes. I should probably head down. Are you sure you don't wan to come along?" Barry looked at her hopeful face, and felt his resolve weaken. "I'll see. I think I'll stay here for a while. I might just meet you guys in an hour or so I guess."

Felicity's eyes brightened immediately. "Good. Because, even though you can drink, the bar also does karaoke, and I've heard about that one accidental song with Caitlyn." Barry laughed and groaned when Felicity began to sing Summer Lovin'. He opened the door, and gently nudged her out. Felicity waved goodbye, and Barry did the same. He watched as she turned the corner, surely already have reached the elevator, and went back into his room.

Barry threw himself, face first, onto the bed. He checked the time. 6:38.

'I guess I'll just go at 7:30. Yeah, an hour sounds good.'

And with that last thought, and the previous conversation flooding his senses, Barry fell asleep.