[Alfred. Jason swallows down the instinct to shudder, to not remember the way four of them stood around the grave as the box containing Alfred's body was lowered into the ground.
( Something he hadn't wanted to be reality when he'd seen him so much smaller than he was the last time they'd been together, but. Part of him knew... of course he did. He simply hadn't wanted to accept it could be such a thing. Not when he'd spent over a year living with and getting to know him. For it to all be simply gone now... while he has to live with the memories... maybe that's just how his life it meant to be with others.
The last one standing. Alone. )
People disappear from here. Sometimes return. I guess this happens, too.
[Sorry, Bruce, if you're expecting some kind of gentleness here. The last thing he ever wanted to hear was the possibility of going back home and then coming back here. That's even shittier than just going home.]
People leaving here? Yes. Returning while remembering their time here? It happens. Returning and being different physically while not remembering your time here? This is the first I've seen.
( For him, anyways, and it hurts that it had to happen to him.
A glance to Alfred The Cat there chowing down on his food, he looks back over to Jason then, eyes soft despite their quiet pain. )
There's nothing anyone can do about it. Thus far anyways.
[Jason lets his pack sit on the floor as he looks around at the mess. He wonders if he disappeared if anyone would care this much about him. He shuffles that thought away for later, trying not to think about how his Bruce would probably just fly off to Paris or Madrid or something, continue life without him.]
Okay. [Jason watches Bruce for a long beat before clearing space around the TV, collecting cushions, and finding a movie to pop in whatever movie player Etraya has provided.]
( He needs a moment β wants to go back to bed and just sleep away whatever he can of the day. Night. He does, however, go and join Jason a minute or so later, not really intending to watch anything as he sits there on the couch and just... lets himself rest his head against the armrest of it, laying there on his side. Letting Jason watch whatever he'd like, it doesn't matter to him. He doesn't... really care. )
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He comes back to reality a few moments later.]
He doesn't remember anything?
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( Something he hadn't wanted to be reality when he'd seen him so much smaller than he was the last time they'd been together, but. Part of him knew... of course he did. He simply hadn't wanted to accept it could be such a thing. Not when he'd spent over a year living with and getting to know him. For it to all be simply gone now... while he has to live with the memories... maybe that's just how his life it meant to be with others.
The last one standing. Alone. )
People disappear from here. Sometimes return. I guess this happens, too.
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[Sorry, Bruce, if you're expecting some kind of gentleness here. The last thing he ever wanted to hear was the possibility of going back home and then coming back here. That's even shittier than just going home.]
Does this happen a lot?
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( For him, anyways, and it hurts that it had to happen to him.
A glance to Alfred The Cat there chowing down on his food, he looks back over to Jason then, eyes soft despite their quiet pain. )
There's nothing anyone can do about it. Thus far anyways.
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[Jason lets his pack sit on the floor as he looks around at the mess. He wonders if he disappeared if anyone would care this much about him. He shuffles that thought away for later, trying not to think about how his Bruce would probably just fly off to Paris or Madrid or something, continue life without him.]
You got a TV and some movies?
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( In regards to movies, he means. A glance to Jason, he looks back down. )
You can take a look. I'll just... make sure Alfred is good.
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