*squeezes his wrist and lets a small trickle of blood drop down into Tommy’s mouth*
-Just one drop calmed the speedster down. He wasn’t as irritable or angry he was just content. Opens his mouth wider hoping to get more.-
*very little dribbles from his wrist before the wound seals up and he drops his arm* Now go away
-licks his lips and frowns- If you’re so sick of me why do you keep giving me more?
Because when I’m done giving it to you I want to see you in agony over it