Someone was knocking on Barry's front door. Carter was pacing back and forth on the mat by the time Barry made it out of the bedroom. He threw open the door to find Arthur standing on the doorstep, a duffle slung over his shoulder and two shopping bags on the ground at his feet.

"Hey."

"Hey," Arthur grunted. "Can I crash here for a couple of days?"

"Sure."

Arthur took a step in and then froze. He whistled low and looked back at Barry. "How many monitors do you need?"

Barry realised that this was the first time that the other man had been over when his set-up was full extended. He had set up moveable stands for everything since he wasn't going to need to pack up and leave at a moment's notice this time and he packed the extra monitors away when he wasn't actively working on anything.

"I am running a number of sub-systems as well as actively doing some research so to save time I run everything through a different monitor. It's easier that trying to move between programmes because it never works as fast as I want it to. Victor has helped me engineer a new generation of processor that can cope about 300 times better with my typing speed but it's still for time efficient to run the monitors."

Arthur nodded with a nonchalant shrug and threw his bag on the chair and carried the food into the kitchen. "I thought I'd cook you dinner in thanks."

"You don't need to do that, but I'm pleased you are. What are you making?"

"Pizza."

"I hope you brought pineapple."

Arthur turned around and levelled a harsh stare on Barry. "Don't even joke about that crap."

Barry opened his mouth to explain he wasn't joking and then decided it was better not to.

"Is that the police database?" Arthur asked, staring at one of the monitors.

Barry looked at the screen that Arthur was indicating. "Yeah."

"For work"

Barry shook his head. "More of an illegal side-project. I'm working on finding out who actually killed my mother."

"Can you also scrub my old criminal record?"

"Victor already did," Barry said absently. "I'll just shut this all down and help you."

"Nah, the dough will take a while to proof so just keep doing what you're doing."

"You sure?"

"I don't tend to say shit I don't mean, Barry."

Barry looked at him for a moment. "Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool."

Arthur arched an eyebrow at him but didn't ask.

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