[Jason looks to the chinese food still sitting on the counter and finds no appetite for it. He folds up his box and sets his chopsticks on top. Theyβve talked a lot today and maybe getting that rest is the most important thing right now.]
Think Iβm gonna go crash. But at least we have leftovers, right?
[Jason packs up the other two boxes and takes them to the fridge, depositing them on a pretty bare shelf. He closes the door behind him and is about to head to his room before he hesitates.
Just ever so slightly.]
You mean it when you say you wonβt change your mind, right? About the βsonβ thing?
[Because he had trusted his Bruce intrinsically and been burned right down to his bones.]
( He's about to see about getting himself some water when Jason stops and goes on to ask that. He looks to him β blue eyes soft and tired and he gives a slow nod as he stands there. )
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Think Iβm gonna go crash. But at least we have leftovers, right?
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Yeah. Better than... whatever I have around here.
( Which... isn't really a lot, sadly. Or is that predictably? )
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Just ever so slightly.]
You mean it when you say you wonβt change your mind, right? About the βsonβ thing?
[Because he had trusted his Bruce intrinsically and been burned right down to his bones.]
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Yeah.
( A beat. )
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't.
( Because he cares. )
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Okay, cool.
[He doesnβt want to seem insecure so he tries to play it off as no big deal.]
Iβm gonna go crash then.
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I'll be here.