Caitlin's a little reluctant to let Cisco go, but she isn't about to forego social etiquette for her own reassurance and comfort. When he lets go, her grip loosens, letting him step back. Her arms are folded over her chest to fill the void and keep her hands from shaking. The hug would seem to calm her, giving her some relief.

And then it's all lost when he says Barry's name. She stops hearing anything after Barry's here.

Her steps are little more than shuffling as he tries to guide her down the corridor, her body barely responding. It's all she can do not to slide to the floor and become a mess. When she blinks, the tears gathered along her waterline threaten to fall. It's too much. This is too much. A moment ago, she was questioning if any of her memories were real and fearing for her life. And now, proof that it's real is here in Cisco. But Barry... she remembers now why she questioned calling for him. It's not that she didn't think he was real. It's that she knew he was dead.

Her right foot falters, making her stumble before she catches herself against the wall. She swallows hard, and when she blinks this time, a few tears slip free. "Barry's alive?" she asks in a tear-thickened, cracking voice.