@savingpeopleinaflash + klaus

The person who answered the door looked a healthier than Barry probably remembered–eyes actually focused, a bit of color to his cheeks (just a bit, he still looked like death warmed over, but that shit was genetic), a bit more softness to his face that suggested he’d been eating. A few other things had changed, too; once auburn hair was now dyed black, equally dark lipstick, and, of all things, a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt slung over an otherwise all-black outfit. He blinked owlishly at Barry, as though processing if he was actually standing there at his apartment. “Well, shit,” he said finally. “You look like you got hit by five trucks.”