"So you don't even want to try and help him? I know he's a dick, I'm not stupid, I live with him but he's scared and he needed someone and maybe he'd be trapped in less of a circle if someone actually tried to help." Barry had studied this, he knew the cycles and patterns, he knew that Axel was admittedly stuck in one and made no move to help himself but he also knew that last night Axel came back limping and on the verge of tears. He couldn't stand to see that.

"If you're not going to help him, I'll help him." Yes, Barry Allen, the person who could barely help himself. "Even if I have to get my ass kicked. That's what friends do." Clearly he was also deluded, under the impression Axel had friends.

He watched from the table as Axel tried to get his money back from a guy who he'd presented it to and pocketed it without making ant real offer. The guy had Axel by the shirt and Barry was already making a move to go over.