I mean, as far as torture goes... ( linda cuts herself off with a draining sip of her mimosa, dropping the empty glass at the far end of the table where it can be swept by a passing busboy or their increasingly bitter waitress. ) It's kind of messed up, actually.

( maybe it's the fact that she and sara have never actually bothered to define their particular brand of Gal Pals that makes it so easy to talk to her. the fact that she knows sara's more likely to enjoy the gossip than feel any sort of jealousy or possessiveness, or that sara's position in their web of paramours makes her perfectly aligned to enjoy the ridiculous situation linda's found herself in — in any case, there's no hesitation as she begins to explain the situation, though it's not an explanation that comes out particularly succintly. )

Like, you know about me and Barry, obviously, and how that's... not a thing anymore, whatever. And Iris is my best friend. I mean, we worked together and she basically saved my life, so. ( linda shrugs a bit, flipping sara's hand under her own, exposing her palm to idly exploring fingertips. ) Wally is Iris' brother, which I guess kind of makes him Barry's brother too? In a... weird way, considering the whole Barry-and-Iris thing.

( sorry, barry. it is weird to be Soulmate Obsessed with your psuedosister. there's no amount of past-tense relationship status that would ever cause linda park to not find that weird as hell. )

Which, I mean, I only found out about the brother part here when I found out they were living together. Wally and Iris.

( a beat, and then, ) I would have preferred to find that out maybe not half-naked in the kitchen, but...