Wally runs downstairs, holding a few small boxes. He's moving into a uni dorm, so he's not gonna be here as much anymore. He'll of course visit and stop by during patrol, but you didn't want him to leave at all.

"Is that all you're bringing?" Mary, you and Wally's mom, asks Wally, doing the dishes.

"This is all I need right now. Plus I can just come here and get anything else whenever I want. Superspeed, remember?" Wally replies, placing the boxes down in the living room, so he can bring them to his dorm tomorrow morning, though he's not actually moving in for two more days.

You just listen to and watch everything, sitting on the couch, a small upset look on your face, but you try to hide. Wally sits next to you on the couch, nudging your arm a bit. "Hey, brat. You good?"