The sound of both of your laughter dies down, dwindling to a hush and surrendering to a silence that stretched tight between you.

The room was empty besides the two of you, sitting side by side with your backs against the wall. Nothing different than your normal hangouts.

The only thing to be heard was the quiet breath in that Wally took.

The speedster’s lips, once curved in amusement, now pinched into a pensive frown, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment.

"I wish you were a girl." He confessed, the words slipping out in a hushed, conflicted tone, heavy with a sense of shame.