Barry's hands twitched with the restraint he put onto them to not reach out for his beloved beside him, just the thought of being a mere brush of the skin was enough to make his heart flutter.

If golden retrievers took a human form, it would be Barry Allen, especially in this particular moment. He tried to refrain from wrapping his arms around the lonely torso that was so open and beckoning to him to be embraced whilst standing a foot away from the stovetop that was preoccupied, the same area banished from earlier for trying to touch his physically overwhelmed black cat of a significant other.

"I'm sorry, I just... I just love you, and I wanna squeeze you." He shrugs with an overly exaggerated frown that he made a habit of doing after being admonished for giving in to his love language yet again. Settling for grabbing at the shirt, he plays with the hem as an inconspicuous way of being close enough to satisfy the physical affection he wants.

"You're just cute, even when standing there making dinner. Sitting on the couch in my sweatshirt, or I don't know, existing." Barry adds with an impish smile before finally giving in to squeeze the life out of his love, murmuring between each kiss being peppered on by him. "I know you're not used to this amount of physical affection. But don't pretend like you don't secretly enjoy it. See! You're smiling, you love it! My cutie patootie shnookums sweetie pie."