"If you liked me when why -- I'm okay with it, you know that, right? Like. If you wanted to again. I liked it." Barry smiled shyly, feeling very awkward and trying to grasp why it wouldn't happen again. Did Hartley not want him? Did he do it badly? Was he misreading this? Oh man, this was a sudden headache and he felt a strange surge of confusion that didn't die down. He reached out and caught Hartley's arm gently. "I like you too."