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Both?

[He's uncomfortable about this, Supes.]

And what's the ratio on that?

[Does he have to answer that? He doesn't really want to answer that]

Barry.

I don't know!

Then you owe it to yourself, to her, and to Iris to figure it out.

[guess who's mumbling under his breath about a completely different direction if Bruce were here]

I know. I know.

[The woosh of air is Barry going off to do the right thing. Which means a text to Clark about 15 minutes later]

[ You know he can hear you, Barry. ]

How's it going?

[At least there aren't arrows in his back?]

Meteor crashing into the earth. Anything. Please?

[ Sigh. ]

Yes. Of course. There's an emergency that only the Flash can handle. It's at my apartment in Metropolis.

Seriously? No Lois tonight?

Do you want an out or not, Barry?

[It actually takes an hour before there's a knock on Clark's door along with the smell of pizza. Or a dozen pizzas, to be precise.]

[ Clark comes to the door, opens it up, and moves out of the way so that Barry can put the pizza down before something went tumbling. ]

Lois is in Mumbai, interviewing the leader of a women's collective.

[ Sigh. ]

You didn't need to bring all this, Barry.

Joe always said that you never show up at a friend's house empty handed.

Well, thank you, then.

[ He can't help it. Barry's hard to be frustrated with. ]

So.

[What does one do when one needed to explain himself before the man that embodies truth, justice, and the American way? Stuff his face full of pizza, of course]

So.

How'd it go?

I told her that she was great but I'm just too busy to date right now.

Good man.

[ Lookit that, Barry. He's proud of you. You're even getting a shoulder squeeze offered here. ]

Any of this stack here vegetarian?

Uh...yeah. Sure.

[He looks through them and produces the last box]

This one is. I didn't know you were a vegetarian.

[It's still nice to have Clark around. Big brother archetypes are a little lacking in his life]

It's a preference, not a hard and fast rule.

[ And since there was Lots Of Pizza, he figured it was worth a shot. ]

Thank you. It looks very good.

How do you do it? With everything we do, saving the world, having a regular job. I could try but...maybe I need to try harder because even Joe is saying that I need to get a move on from Iris.

That sounds like about three different questions.

[ He detaches a piece of from the pie and looks around for a plate to eat it off of. Ma Kent trained him well. ]

Which one are you really looking for the answer to?

[He's already moved onto his fourth pie.]

The one where a meteor shows up and I can just say I'm busy?