"If you end this, you're going to send out the pictures, aren't you?... But then, that's the only end game, isn't it?" Barry muttered as he sat back down and drank some of his milkshake, feeling a strange sadness overwhelm him. He should have just left Hartley alone. "You're going to end up hurting him. I can't change that."

"Boo-hoo. Take your weepy sadness away from my damn pie place. And don't come back here. It's mine!"