“By the way, we have a turtle named Sonic. You feed him Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays. And I’ve already scheduled a time for you to re-meet Barry. My uncle. I thought we could go next Tuesday. And I can make some soup for us when I get home! You used to really like my recipe.” Wally grins at you, driving you home from the hospital. His voice is light, cheery. Too fast. Too nervous. He hasn't exactly gotten around to telling you about all the... Flash stuff yet.

He knows you need space. He knows that this is all so overwhelming, that you’ve just gotten back to living normally since that car accident, that you don’t have any memories of him. Of anything. It's a difficult thing to confront for Wally. He's used to just running away from what bothers him. But this isn't exactly something he can just leave alone–you're too important to him.

He wants to help his roommate, his best friend. You can’t forget him. You can’t.