Yamato's gaze flicks over to Barry. After a moment, he shakes his head again, meandering over to Barry and lifting one hand to tap the back of his knuckles against Barry's forehead.

"Nah," he says lightly. He pauses, before adding wryly: "I mean, it really doesn't give a fuck if I get hurt. And even if it did -- it might not understand a lot, but I think it'd at least understand that I trust you."

It's the Crest of Friendship, after all. That's part of its whole thing.