run_barry | The Great Escapes

"Alright. But you should try and get some rest in, too. Call me if anything comes up."

With that Barry heads back downstairs to tidy up the room he destroyed in crisis mode and then have some cocoa and a few Zzz's before it's time to take down Camera Commander.

Yamato keeps working until the satellite's calibrations are finished, then eventually (if also somewhat reluctantly) finds himself a blanket, sets an alarm and puts all the alerts to the noisiest they can be, and dozes off in his chair.

Going into catching some sleep, Barry would have said all he needed was a quick recharge. Getting up awhile later, he could definitely stay horizontal a lot longer if that was a possibility.

There isn't time for that now though, they have a meta to catch and a bunch of bad guys to keep in custody.

Whether Yamato is awake or not, the Cortex is hit with momentary windy conditions. The first gust that hits the room brings with it a tray with two large to-go coffee cups and a bag of donuts, while the suit on display across the room disappears. The second gust brings back Barry, now wearing the suit, the cowl pushed back to rest like a hood between his shoulders, with one of the coffees in one hand, and a donut in the other.

"Man, I forgot Jitters doesn't open until six. Who even gets up this early?"

Yamato is still mostly asleep when those gusts of wind arrive, but he's a light sleeper, and he jerks awake sharply as Barry arrives with the second gust. There's a momentary look on his face of somewhere between disorientation and alarm, and his digivice has been pulled off his belt and into his hand before he's even completely straightened up.

It takes a few more seconds, during which time he looks very much like he expects a giant monster attack at any second, but he does relax after a moment, as he groggily realises where he is and that the wind was just Barry.

"I usually get everyone up at five when we're on a mission, 'cept Jyou and Hikari," he supplies, helpfully, if not also somewhat groggily. "Ugh. Thank you for bringing coffee."

He's guessing that he was more tired than he thought he was, because after a little bit of sleep he just feels like his head is full of cotton fluff.

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Barry stands back regarding Yamato as he gets his bearings.

"Sorry, just me," he says. "You alright?"

Barry takes a glance around, just to make sure they aren't under immediate threat, then relaxes when Yamato does.

"Just gas station stuff but it's fresh?" he says, taking a sip of his coffee. "And I'm so glad we don't generally keep hours like that."

"I'm fine," Yamato says, shaking his head and clipping his digivice back onto his belt. "Waking up is always an experience."

Alarm clocks produce a not wholly dissimilar fight-or-flight response, and Hiroaki Ishida learned shortly after Yamato got back from his first adventure in the Digital World that trying to nudge him awake was an excellent way to get a broken wrist.

He takes a gulp of his coffee, despite how hot it is. "Ah, you get used to it. It means everyone can get breakfast, clean themselves up, and get the camp mostly packed up to travel by six or six-thirty. Doesn't take long to fall into the rhythm of it."

"You just not a morning person or have you had a lot of rude awakenings?" he asks with some concern.

Finishing his donut and fishing another one out of the bag, Barry shakes his head.

"Yeah... I dunno about that. I uh, kind of struggle with the nine to five right now. I don't think I'd find much rhythm rolling it back even earlier." He has mentioned his penchant for being chronically late, hasn't he?

"Trying to kill us when we sleep was a pretty favourite tactic of -- man, a bunch of people. Devimon did it once, Etemon was always tracking us so we'd only get a few hours of sleep at a time before he showed up, Vamdemon tried it a few times, MetalSeadramon, Pinocchimon, not to mention that Bakemon are everywhere and most active at night," Yamato says, with a slightly helpless smile. "And, y'know, I don't sleep that well anyway. And I don't like being caught unawares, and waking up is pretty much just being caught unawares every morning."

He takes another gulp of the coffee, then reaches over to pick up a donut.

"I dunno. Mimi struggled with it at first -- that and sleeping on the ground, she kind of hated that the first time around -- and even she got used to it. It helps that sleeping in isn't that appealing when you're not in an actual bed."

"That's intense," Barry says, shaking his head. "Makes me glad I wear a mask. And that, like you said before, operating out of this place isn't common knowledge to others out there."

Barry's never been the paranoid sort, but given all that Yamato describes, he can't blame Yamato for being so wary.

"Yeah, I'm not really that much for camping," Barry admits. "I mean, I guess I had fun the times I went with Joe but, not my first destination choice."

Wryly: "Well, being the only eight humans in the Digital World was bound to make going incognito difficult. Most people on Earth don't know we're the Chosen, though, so that's something. I don't know how I'd cope with it being common knowledge."

He takes the lid off his coffee, dipping his donut in and taking a few more bites.

"I definitely wouldn't want to camp as a fun vacation," he notes. "I get to do more than enough of it on missions, and I won't miss it at all when this mission's over. But my old man's not exactly one for father-son trips anyway, so he sure as hell isn't going to suggest a fun camping trip any time soon."

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"Yeah, I guess you couldn't dress up in Digi-suits or anything."

At least things are easier on Earth for Yamato.

"Do you guys do anything together?" he asks when Yamato brings up his dad.

Yamato laughs a little at that second question, rubbing the back of his neck. "Are you kidding? The man's the world's worst workaholic, he doesn't even take Christmas and New Year's off. Always has been. He does stuff with Takeru a few times a year, but that's it."

"Oh." Barry stubs the toe of his boot into the ground, not really sure what to say to that.

Finally he offers a shrug and says, "Maybe you should ask him."

Of course, maybe Yamato has before and been turned down. Treading carefully around what might be a sore subject, Barry steps away from it.

Walking over to the monitor where the map of Central City is still up, he asks, "Where are we with our transport? Have the duty officers checked in yet?"

Yamato's response to this is to reach into the rucksack by his feet, pull out a bottle of digi-juice, and gently toss it towards Barry. "Have some juice, Gramps."

Then he turns towards the console, cocking his head. "Not just yet, but they should be any second now. Want me to check who the duty officers are?"

Barry might well know them, after all.

Catching the bottle against his chest, Barry sets down his coffee and opens the juice.

"Yeah, let's see who's going to be out there," he nods before taking a drink.

Yamato types for a second or two, before bringing up the list of duty officers on the large monitor, just in the corner of the map.

"Recognise anyone?"

Barry looks over the names, frowning just a little.

"Huh. Adams and Walters, those two are both rookie cops. They don't usually put two rooks on a detail like this. They must be really strapped for personnel."

The third name sets him a little more at ease.

"They've got officer Doyle with them, though. He'll be running point, so they should be alright."

"You'll be getting them out of there as soon as the attack starts anyway," Yamato says. "Try not to worry too much."

Nodding to that, Barry sheds his frown and works on the juice.

All there is to do now is wait.

"How is your arm, by the way?" he asks, taking a seat in a chair. "I know we talked about it a bit before, but you must be about ready to head back to the Digital world, right?"

"Yeah, it's okay. Aches a little sometimes, especially if I tense it up for too long, but it's fine. I'll be heading back to the Digital World pretty soon," he says. "Trying to relax has been hell, I don't know how anyone manages it. I've spent hours training in the flight sims just to have something to do."

"Relaxing is hell? Clearly you need hobbies, man," Barry teases just a little.

"I get it, though. Hard to take downtime when you know stuff is waiting for you." Under good circumstances Barry is fine to kick back a bit and take time, but in a situation like the one now, or the one waiting for Yamato's return, it's harder not to get anxious about it.

"I am glad you've been taking it easy, though. As disappointing as it will be for Cisco to find out he almost had to build a robotic arm and now doesn't need to, it's probably for the best all around."

"... Maybe," he allows, a little petulantly. "But since I don't have any real hobbies, I just had nothing to do except use the sims, cook, and practice music, and those all get boring after a while."

He makes a quiet grumbling noise. "I told you I would, didn't I? I can't exactly go breaking my word," he says, gruffly. "Ugh, which means I'm still going to have to tell Cisco what happened before this trip is over."

"I never doubted you," he replies.

"You know he's going to declare he can't leave either of us alone again," Barry notes, because if Cisco doesn't know from Caitlin already Barry still has his own confession to make as well.

Yamato turns a little pink at that first part, ducking his head.

He does chuckle after that, though, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, he is. You're not going to live down the whole glucose-crash thing for a while."

"Don't I know it," he sighs. "The first time I did it everyone was hitting me with a welfare check all the time. Even people who don't know about my metabolism because I managed to faint in public."

That was all sorts of not fun.

"But hey, at least with your thing your future isn't going to be full of needles." Because Caitlin was definitely going to be doing a lot of tests in the near future to prove to herself that Barry was recovering from all of this okay.

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