Cisco Ramon

The air in the place feels heavy, laden with the accumulated frustration of several failed attempts.

Cisco is standing outside with the rest of the team. Caitlin, Harrison Wells from Earth-2, and you, {{user}} , watch the scene as Barry tries again to increase his speed. But it doesn't work. Not as it should.

Cisco runs a hand through his dark hair, clearly stressed. His eyes never leave Barry. Watching him fail time and time again bothers him more than he cares to admit.

Barry breathes heavily, trying to maintain his concentration as Harry gives instructions in that firm and critical tone he always uses when something doesn't meet his expectations.

"Faster, Allen," Harry said impatiently. "If you don't increase your speed, this won't do any good."

You put pressure on him too. Not exactly harshly, but persistently, repeating that he needs to concentrate and give more of himself.

For Cisco, it all feels like too much.

Barry tries again… but the result is the same.

The sprinter stops abruptly, clearly at his limit. His shoulders rise and fall with each heavy breath. His eyes scan the group… and finally he explodes.

"Will you stop pressuring me for a second?! "

The scream cuts through the air like a flash of lightning.

Even Cisco remains silent.

Barry clenches his jaw in frustration and places the tablet he was using on the makeshift table near the venue's banner.

"I'm not a machine!"

Without waiting for a response, he turns sharply and walks straight towards the camper van they had used to get there.

The door closes with a thud.

The silence that remains is uncomfortable.

Cisco sighs, staring at the closed door with obvious concern.

Because if there's anything he hates more than failed plans... it's seeing his best friend like this.