[ So lost in his thoughts and just hearing Victor telling him to not do anything stupid, he only notices Bruce's hand moving there when it's suddenly atop his own and Barry's gaze drops down almost instantly. Words are... gone. Like really. What are even words? He has no idea because all he can do is just sit there in silence and let the other man help with the shifting of the gear, completely not dealing with a hummingbird for a heartbeat in the dead of night here on the road. God, why does he feel Victor's judging gaze on him from behind when the other isn't even here? Spoiler alert: this might have been why he'd wound up in Bruce's car in the first place earlier on. He likes Victor. He's a great pal - a bro - to hang around and shoot the shit with, especially with theories and all, but. He sometimes just Tells It Like It Is and Barry sometimes doesn't always like hearing that, so.

Thankfully, Bruce cuts through the various scenarios and conversations zipping around in his head with that question about Diana and he flicks his gaze up with a bewildered sort of look on his face. ]

Oh my god- what? [ Shaking his head, he stares a little too long at Bruce before he looks back ahead and just... laughs. Awkwardly. Super awkwardly. ] I... no. Not no as in she's not like super hot and strong and could kick my ass without even trying. But no as in I'm n-not talking about her and I'm p-pretty sure she looks at me as too young for her anyways. Like... really super young.

[ Internally, he cringes as he catches himself starting to stutter what with his getting nervous and he suddenly feels like this is him and Bruce meeting all over again with his stumbling over his own words while attempting to make it seem like He's Totally Got This. Hint: he doesn't. ]

I was just wondering what your thoughts were... on that k-kinda stuff. You're like... the boss, right?

[ He put together the team after all. ]