"Bartholomew," Jason chimes, the smile curving his lips giving him the appearance of something akin to a kid in a candy store. He gives the other no time to respond, however, and instead opts for nuzzling into Barry's neck, his arms now securely wrapped around the speedster's torso. "Why didn't you tell me your name was so nice?"
ϟ ;; — Although the sudden gesture did catch the scientist off guard, his expression would become one of glee rather than shock. But it was slightly mixed with confusion. Because did he really just say that? Bartholomew? So nice? Honestly, Jason?
“Are you sure now, J.D? Are we talking about the same name or did you whisper something else after saying Bartholomew?”