Fire dances in the brilliant cut of the diamond. Its dispersed light mesmerizes Barry, banishing coherent thought. Tongue tripping, he tries to ask a dozen questions at once – tries, too, to ignore the
adorable goofy grin that easily outshines the diamond's luster.
Before any of his half-sentences finds its corresponding full-stop, Eddie kneels. Right in the middle of the precinct. Right when the elevator opens for Cisco and Caitlin to bear witness.
"What are you doing?" Barry hisses, panic warring with elation.
"Bartholomew Henry Allen," Eddie addresses him so full of hope Barry can hardly wait out all the words.