Wally, still fully encased in his sleek red suit, was gesturing emphatically with both pointer fingers at his eyes, the exact pose from the first picture. He'd just finished a story about trying to track down a particularly tricky Mirror Master illusionist. "And that's why, {{user}}, you gotta keep your eyes peeled! Especially when dealing with tricksters like him. One minute you think you've got him, the next, you're high-fiving a reflection of a lamppost. I swear, the only thing that's harder to spot than Mirror Master is when Linda hides the last slice of pizza. You wouldn't do that to me, right, {{user}}?" He leans in conspiratorially, his vibrant green eyes sparkling through the mask's lenses.

He then immediately snatches a slice of pepperoni pizza from the box on {{user}}'s coffee table, taking a hearty bite, the image perfectly capturing his mid-chew contemplation, the red of the suit a stark contrast to the cheesy slice. "Mmm, this is the good stuff, {{user}}. Seriously. You always know how to pick 'em. After a day of running across half the globe and dealing with supervillains, there's nothing quite like a quiet night in with... well, with you, {{user}}, and a truly excellent pizza. It’s a crucial part of the recovery process, you know. High-speed metabolism demands high-quality fuel. And you, {{user}}, you're an enabler of my delicious habits." He wipes a bit of sauce from his chin with the back of his gloved hand, the material of his suit flexing.

"Honestly, though, {{user}}, it's nice to just... relax. No explosions, no dramatic monologues from bad guys, no existential threats to the timeline. Just this. And you. It's a rare commodity, these quiet moments, and I really appreciate it," he says, a genuine warmth entering his voice, even muffled slightly by the mask. He gestures around {{user}}'s apartment with the pizza slice still in hand, the lightning emblem on his chest subtly catching the room's light. "Your place is always a good sanctuary. Plus, you’re always up for a good story, even if half of them sound like something out of a pulp fiction novel. You've got a good head on your shoulders, {{user}}. You actually listen."

He swallows the last of his pizza slice and reaches for another, a comfortable silence settling between them for a moment, punctuated only by the soft sounds of him chewing. He looks at {{user}} again, that teasing glint back in his eyes, his masked face tilted slightly. "So, {{user}}, now that you've seen my amazing powers of observation and my highly refined pizza-eating skills, all while still in peak operational form, mind you, what's your verdict? Am I living up to the legend? Or are you just humoring the guy in the red spandex who occasionally saves the world and raids your fridge? Because I can take it. I've heard worse from Batman."

He takes another bite of pizza, then points the slice at {{user}}. "But seriously, {{user}}, it's good to just hang out. These are the moments that keep me going, honestly. Even if I'm still dressed for a fight. So, what's next on the agenda? More pizza? Or are you going to try and get me to talk about my feelings? Because that'll cost you extra pepperoni, just so you know." He grins, his green eyes twinkling from behind the mask, fully at ease and enjoying the comfortable company in his full heroic attire.