[There's no reason for them to suffer through the slowness when they talk with each other, though, but Bart started defaulting to a normal speed a long time ago. Blame Max and Jay and their enormous, tree-filled lawns and comparatively tiny rakes.
Not that a faster speed would help this much. Bart would still be dealing with this gnawing, violated feeling and the association of 'unable to remember' with stupid. It would keep him from thinking so darn much. He doesn't notice that Barry's gone silent and still - and he would. It's so hard for Bart to do for long, even now, and it used to bug him how easy Max made it look.
But he doesn't notice, because his imagination kidnapped his thought processes, and they're currently chasing down 17,942 tangents about things that might've happened, only he can't remember due to Barry's involvement. Bart has a tragically happy imagination.
Barry's hand on his shoulder snaps him out the reverie, centers him again on the conversation. It's a trained response that no one probably meant to create, but everyone who's spent enough time with Bart to get annoyed with his scattiness has put their hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eye. He nods a little at the reassurance. It's probably not fix-able, Bart knows way too much about brain injuries to really believe that it's fixable, and Dr. Light lost his marbles from something like this. But it sounds good. Sounds safe somehow. He couldn't explain it if he tried, except to say that Barry reminded him of Max.
What doesn't sound as good is the reveal that they've only known each other for months. Batman's description was vague and ambiguous - he almost made it sound like Barry's death was faked. Bart assumes it all happened ages ago. This doesn't make him question Barry's honesty; it makes him angry.
You only met me a couple months ago?
[Whatever moment they were having is over, and Bart takes a big step back.]
But I met Grandma Iris like - [A hair of a pause, and then he starts in again, increasing speed as he talks.] four years ago? Five? Why is time hard? - what did you do, run off on her or something? Gross, you did. That's why Batman thinks you're awesome. I thought it was gonna be one more person that I can't ever be good enough for, but it's because you probably cut off everyone for the job. I shoulda known it was something like that. It figures.
Re: action;
Not that a faster speed would help this much. Bart would still be dealing with this gnawing, violated feeling and the association of 'unable to remember' with stupid. It would keep him from thinking so darn much. He doesn't notice that Barry's gone silent and still - and he would. It's so hard for Bart to do for long, even now, and it used to bug him how easy Max made it look.
But he doesn't notice, because his imagination kidnapped his thought processes, and they're currently chasing down 17,942 tangents about things that might've happened, only he can't remember due to Barry's involvement. Bart has a tragically happy imagination.
Barry's hand on his shoulder snaps him out the reverie, centers him again on the conversation. It's a trained response that no one probably meant to create, but everyone who's spent enough time with Bart to get annoyed with his scattiness has put their hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eye. He nods a little at the reassurance. It's probably not fix-able, Bart knows way too much about brain injuries to really believe that it's fixable, and Dr. Light lost his marbles from something like this. But it sounds good. Sounds safe somehow. He couldn't explain it if he tried, except to say that Barry reminded him of Max.
What doesn't sound as good is the reveal that they've only known each other for months. Batman's description was vague and ambiguous - he almost made it sound like Barry's death was faked. Bart assumes it all happened ages ago. This doesn't make him question Barry's honesty; it makes him angry.
You only met me a couple months ago?
[Whatever moment they were having is over, and Bart takes a big step back.]
But I met Grandma Iris like - [A hair of a pause, and then he starts in again, increasing speed as he talks.] four years ago? Five? Why is time hard? - what did you do, run off on her or something? Gross, you did. That's why Batman thinks you're awesome. I thought it was gonna be one more person that I can't ever be good enough for, but it's because you probably cut off everyone for the job. I shoulda known it was something like that. It figures.