[ He didn't know about it before Dick told him he could come back to San Fransisco and have his own place, away from Titans Tower. A place he would be able to visit easily since it was close. That's what stuck with Jason and made it a lot easier for him to come back here, and Dick took care of it all for him. It was pretty fucking amazing.
But now, Dick looks worried, confused, and Jason has to keep reminding himself that Dick doesn't know about any of that. It never happened.
Dick takes it out of his hands when he tells the driver to go toward the Tower. He doesn't think he can do it. ]
No. They've got no idea. I uh- I only just told Rachel I was here. That's how this whole thing started. It didn't go too well, and I thought maybe I should leave. You were trying to convince me to stay.
[It was his fault. His fucking fault for upsetting Dick and distracting him enough to get in this accident.]
[ what Jason says is no news to him. he read it all in the last batch of texts he and Jason had. it seemed Rachel said some things that upset Jason. it seems that he owes Rachel a talk, too, which he fully intends to make good on. later.
but he hadn't realized that no one else knew Jason was here. there's guilt on Jason's face now, and he feels bad seeing it. ]
And you did stay. [ accident or no accident, it seems like something had worked. whatever they talked about on the phone, he assumes. ]
This isn't the best time to make your debut right now, with me like this. [ he sighs shallowly, a tense thing that presses his mouth taut. ] I'm sure they're assuming I'd still be at the hospital so--fine. Let's go across the street. That safe house has everything we'll need.
Yeah. I stayed. That's the last thing I said to you before--
[His words trail off, but he figures Dick already knows. Before this. The accident. The memory loss.
And now he feels bad that Dick is in this position, trying to decide what's best. Jason should be the one telling him to just go to the Tower without him, but maybe he's too selfish for that. He is, cause he's utterly relieved when Dick says they can go to the safe house instead.]
Yeah, it's all connected. Pretty sure you left a laptop there last time too-- and some clothes if you wanna try and shower, or change.
[ Jason trails off, and Dick is left watching the way the thoughts cloud Jason's eyes. he can only guess what they might be. he feels bad, it seems, but what else? relieved? that they're not going to the tower?
Dick hopes so. he relies on his gut instincts in situations like this, where the right answer is far from obvious. what Jason says only helps to cement this decision, though, because if he's left a laptop (meaning he trusts Jason enough for it), and clothes, then that means he's at least somewhat established in that location. ]
Good. Maybe--[ is it too soon to start hoping? perhaps, but he can't help it. ] there'll be other things there I can use to remember. [ Dick sits up enough to tell the driver about the change in location, then sits back again with a quiet sigh. ]
[ It's a stark contrast from when he was younger- always finish every thought, whether good or bad, never leaving a moment of silence because silence was worse than anything else, really.
He's not like that anymore, though- he figures Dick knows that much, at least. He knows how much Jason changed after coming back from the dead.]
Maybe there is, yeah.
[There's probably more at the Tower though. Things that will remind Dick of his life far more than the safe house will. Jason wishes he was enough. Maybe a touch, a kiss, something like that would bring it all back. But this is so far from a goddamn fairytale.]
Spend the night, and then go back to the Tower. You'd do better there. It's more connected to your life, to your memories.
[ Jason got a lot more serious after coming back from the dead and after finally shaking the anti-fear. he remembers that part well, the first time he spoke to Jason after he himself came out of the pit, hearing the gravity in Jason's voice. like the weight of the world won against the the part of Jason that had always fought it.
he remembers mourning for it, too, when he finally had a chance to sit down and think about it. even now, he can see it in the way Jason seems to let him go. it's surprising that Jason lets him go when it's so obvious that he wants to stay by Dick's side. ]
Yeah. Okay. [ he nods, though there's a part of him that starts to feel reluctant at the thought of leaving Jason alone. he can't quite put the feeling into words. ] Maybe. We'll see.
[ the cab pulls to a stop at the curb outside the building containing the safehouse. Dick reaches out with his phone to pay the driver, thanking him. he even gets the door open, but stops short of stepping out of it when the motion of twisting his body makes his breath catch. he has to wait for Jason. now that they're out of the hospital, the familiar frustration he feels when his body doesn't work starts to surface. ]
[He wants to stay at Dick's side so badly. He's scared to leave Dick's side. But he also loves him with everything he's got and he wants what's best for him. He loves Dick, so he needs to let him go. He gets that.
Dick's 'maybe' is surprising, though and it sparks a little hope in Jason. Maybe Dick feels connected to him even now, even just a little bit. It's something he can hope for at least.
He nods, glad for it. When the can stops, Dick pays before Jason can even reach for his wallet, so he's out of the car and moving over to the other side to help Dick out.
He curls his arms around him and keeps him steady as his strong arms hold up whatever weight Dick puts on him. Jason's changed a lot in that way too. He could probably put muscle Dick at this point.]
Almost there, and then you can rest.
[He undoes the security easily and lets them inside, turning the lights on so they can move around. Dick will definitely see some of his things laying around, almost like he lives here too. That's how it's been, really. Dick has been around a lot.]
[ Dick can feel the strength guiding him out of the car when Jason puts his arms around him, guiding him into the building, up the elevator, and all the way into the safe house. he notes the practice Jason has when he disarms the security system, like he's done it many many times.
all good signs, he thinks, as he braces a hand against the door frame and takes in the space. like they do. it feels like stepping into someone else's life, or some other universe, where the once cold safehouse now looks lived-in. there's an empty mug on the kitchen island, a few dishes in the sink, a throw wrinkled on the sofa, partially covering a Nintendo switch and a console controller. the front closet is thrown open and he can see a few empty hangers, looking as if the clothes were snagged right off of them.
he's pulled out of his thought when Jason speaks to him, and it takes him a half-beat to digest what was said. ]
I'll sit. [ he starts toward the sofa, starting to feel more steady on his own feet, though he accepts Jason's help if he offers it. seeing Jason in the space seems to pull up more feelings inside him, ones he's now understanding are memories, and once he's seated on the couch, he watches Jason like he's thinking. ]
[It's definitely lived in, with both Jason's things and some of Dick's. Maybe he'll recognize some of his own belongings- hopefully. Jason wishes he had more here, to help spark some memories, but this really is still kind of new.
Jason nods, helping Dick to the couch, maneuvering him carefully as he sits him down. He goes to the kitchen area to grab a glass of water and brings it back to Dick, sitting on the coffee table in front of him.]
[ he does recognize his belongings. he even sees the laptop Jason was mentioning laying on the desk along the wall. he looks at the throw again and recognizes it as one that used to be on the sofa in his room back at the tower.
the items start to string together a story. a month isn't a long time.
he takes the glass of water when Jason comes back to him, and when Jason's face comes to his level again, it feels like deja-vu, as if Jason has been in this exact position before, sitting on the coffee table in front of him.
slowly, he nods. ]
Yeah. You being in this space feels familiar. [ there's a hopefulness that starts to warm in his eyes. he looks down at the sofa. ] I remember you laying here. Wrapped up in his blanket. [ shirtless. naked? he doesn't know. ] You were sleeping.
[ A month isn't a long time, no. But it's long for them. They spent three months together at the Tower when he was first there, but they weren't really together at all. This month has been something different entirely, and Jason wants to hold on to it with everything he's got- especially if he might have to let go. He doesn't want to go there, yet.
He wants to hold on to the glimmer of hope he feels when Dick looks around, taking it all in, and nods. That small motion brings a small smile to Jason's face. The first one all night. It's something. A big something. The memories aren't completely gone.]
Yeah. That's right. You came over late one night- I fell asleep on the couch waiting for you. I didn't wanna go to bed just yet. You ended up just laying down with me right here cause you said I looked too comfortable to move.
I wanted to be next to you. [ he says quietly, taken aback by the way he feels seeing Jason smile like that. it's a strange feeling to have the memory surfacing like a relief, pulling forward against the strange fog that's been clouding his thoughts. ]
I didn't want to go to bed without you, either. My arm was asleep, but I didn't care. [ he sets the glass down and reaches up, slowly bringing his fingers to Jason's face. ]
[ At those words, a fog lifts from Jason too. His puffy, red rimmed eyes brighten and his smile grows a little more. He remembers. ]
I woke up as soon as you laid down and tugged you under the blanket. We slept like that till morning.
[He turns his face into Dick's hand, kissing his fingers lightly. He's so fucking overjoyed that Dick remembers. He wants to throw his arms around the older man and hug him so tight, but god, this gentle touch feels too good to move out of.]
[ it's hard for him to tell which ones of these feelings are new, and which are memories. the part of him that wants everything defined and in order frets because of it, but the part of him simply feeling warm from seeing Jason smile wider doesn't seem to care.
a small smile curls on his mouth too, even if he doesn't quite remember what the morning was like. his touch slides to the side of Jason's neck, and he gently curls his fingers there, thumb settling at the angle of Jason's jaw like it knows the spot. ]
It's alright. It's been through worse. What'd we do in the morning?
[ This feels almost too good to be true. Like a dream he might soon wake up from. It feels like they're Dick and Jason again, before the accident. Sitting here talking and flirting, and touching.
It's easy to see just how much Jason reacts to Dick's touch- his heart beat speeding up, a warmness in his gaze, the slight flutter of his lashes when Dick curls his fingers around his neck, along with the goosebumps that raise across his skin.
There's even the very slightest hint of a blush now, when Dick asks what they did in the morning.]
Ah-- well. We made love and then I made you breakfast. The fluffiest eggs you've ever had.
[ his mind struggles to reconcile what he knows with what he's seeing in front of him. Jason doesn't shy away from his hands at such a vulnerable spot. instead, he feels a quickening pulse, sees the prickle of goosebumps, the flutter of thick lashes reacting to him.
Jason before wouldn't have let him get even close to something like this. he wouldn't have believed it, although he might have had thoughts of it. he's not blind.
his lips part when Jason speaks again, his gaze tracing along the dustin gof red across his nose. oh. they've gone there. his thumb pauses in its path and his brows raise in surprise. ]
Oh. Okay. [ it's clear that Dick doesn't remember that part, and the way his brows pull together then smooth out again betrays how he struggles with the memory fading to nothing like that. ]
[ It's a beautiful moment where everything feels like it's gonna be ok once again, Jason so happily leaning into that touch. He knows it's just a moment though, so he soaks it all in. The shift in Dick's expression pains his heart, but he knows it's coming. ]
Yeah--
[He almost says sorry, but he knows he has nothing to apologize for. Not when it comes to that. He doesn't want Dick to pull his hand away just yet, so he lifts his own, place it over Dick's hand, letting his thumb run back and forth along his skin. ]
We were that close. I know it's gotta be weird, hearing it. Knowing it, but not remembering it. But-- you can feel it, right? That closeness. A little bit?
[ Dick's hand stills beneath Jason's, and Jason looks at him so intently he feels cold watching the warmth drain out of those eyes. he doesn't like to disappoint, and seeing Jason react that way makes him look away.
his chest expands with a shallow breath, a sigh that bleeds out as he nods his head. ]
...yeah. [ he wants to remember. he really does, and the frustration of drawing blanks settles in his jaw, a tension that pulls his shoulders tight. he knows he's letting Jason down. ]
Hey, I'm gonna--try to catch up a little, alright? I think you should get some sleep.
[ Jason doesn't really react that way, though. The warmth stays in his eyes, because it's still Dick in front of him, and he remembers, even if it's just a little bit. It's more than he could have even asked for, in this short amount of time.
He's far from disappointed, and maybe the reaction Dick sees is all in his head, because Jason's still looking at him like he's everything-- even if Dick looks away, looking disappointed himself. ]
Hey, it's ok. You remembered something. That's huge. Give it time, ok?
[He sees the frustration, the tenseness that settles back around Dick. He lets his thumb run back and forth one more time before he lifts his hand so Dick can move it away- Jason knows he wants to.]
Sure. I'll grab your laptop. Is it ok if I just hang out here, though? I can stay quiet, promise. I don't think I can sleep right now.
[ maybe it is all in his head. maybe itβs him looking at Jason and not knowing what all this is built on, disappointed in himself that the spark of a memory hadnβt brought it all back.
but itβs never that easy, and Jason doesnβt deserve for him to be projecting it back, taking it out on him.
his hand drops when Jasonβs lifts away. ]
Thanks. And yeah. Of course. [ he tries for a tense smile. ]
Stay wherever you want. [ he almost offers the spot next to him on the couch, though, but heβs honestly not sure how heβll handle what comes back to him. ]
[ It's not a glowing endorsement for Jason to stay, but it's good enough for now. Jason figures if this is his only time with Dick before he goes back to the Tower for good, he doesn't want to waste it. He wants to stay close for as long as he can. He doesn't think it'll bother Dick. At least, he hopes not.
The tense smile is noted, so he figures he shouldn't stay too close. Just on the periphery. Just like he was before. Kind of orbiting Dick in some way, but never too close.
Rachel's words still ring in his head.
He tries to shove them away, moving forward to grab Dick's laptop to hand it over to him, then settles on the couch, not in the spot right next to him, but on the other side- stretching out a little. ]
[ Dick takes the laptop with his good hand when Jason hands it to him, flipping it open immediately as Jason settles on the couch. he unlocks it and looks at Jason stretching out at the same time, gaze flicking down, having already accepted it.
then Jason asks him if itβs okay, and heβs looking up again, lost on what Jasonβs asking about before he catches up. he hadnβt even thought twice about it. ]
Yeah. [ another smile, tense and polite, impersonal, almost. this must be how it was with Jason before. he can imagine himself hanging out on this couch, reviewing files or prepping briefings, doing research with Jason stretched out, doing his own thing. theyβd sit in comfortable silence, enjoying each otherβs company.
at least, heβd hope they had had that, if he had been as happy as he was seeing Jason sleeping, wrapped up in this blanket. it felt genuine. happier than heβd been in a long time. all gone. just like that.
he looks back down to the laptop and takes a slow breath. he open his file structure.
where to even start? ]
Try closing your eyes. At least try to get some sleep.
[It all feels so familiar to him, but he can tell how impersonal it feels for Dick. He tries not to let it get to him though. It'll take time. Maybe Dick will remember something again, if they settle into how they've been while spending time here.
He gives Dick a small smile too, then tries to relax like he had before. Dick would be happy to know that they really did sit in comfortable silence, doing their own thing.
Even with all this, he can't hold back the soft laugh, when Dick tells him to close his eyes. Even with his attention on the screen he's aware of Jason, and that's how it was before, too. It's familiar. It's nice.]
Okay, okay. Closing my eyes.
[And he actually does, stretching one leg out a little more to press against Dick's leg. Just a little contact to help him calm his mind.]
[ Dick looks over when Jason says he closes his eyes, just to make sure he actually does. the warm press of Jasonβs leg to the outside of his feels familiar, as does the way Jason looks, stretched out like this.
he ends up smiling about it, finally feeling a little more grounded now that Jasonβs settled down beside him too.
the texts are easier to browse through his laptop, as are the photos on his phone and his system. he continues scrolling through things in backwards chronological order, relying on his organization structure to link similar items together.
he gets lost in it. he doesnβt know for how long, but heβs reading a particularly long description of a nightclub investigation when his eyes start shutting. his attention finally starts fraying and he blinks a couple times to stay awake, fighting it.
not long after that, his breathing evens out with the laptop still propped open on one leg bent over the other, his head tipped, cheek pressed into the cushions, in a deep sleep. ]
[ Jason does his best to settle down, to settle into this. It helps incredibly when he can feel Dick settling down too- calming down to do his work, like he's done before.
Eventually Jason does doze off, feeling comfortable enough now that they're both just here. He doens't want to waste any of his time with Dick, but he's exhausted.
Eventually he does stir though, glancing over at Dick. For a moment it feels like nothing has changed at all, and he wants to stay with that feeling so badly. He smiles softly, sitting up to move the laptop onto the coffee table, then pulls the blanket down around Dick. Maybe he should move him to the bedroom, but he's worried that if he does, Dick won't want to sleep again. Instead he settles in against his side and closes his eyes once again, pulling the blanket around both of them. ]
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But now, Dick looks worried, confused, and Jason has to keep reminding himself that Dick doesn't know about any of that. It never happened.
Dick takes it out of his hands when he tells the driver to go toward the Tower. He doesn't think he can do it. ]
No. They've got no idea. I uh- I only just told Rachel I was here. That's how this whole thing started. It didn't go too well, and I thought maybe I should leave. You were trying to convince me to stay.
[It was his fault. His fucking fault for upsetting Dick and distracting him enough to get in this accident.]
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but he hadn't realized that no one else knew Jason was here. there's guilt on Jason's face now, and he feels bad seeing it. ]
And you did stay. [ accident or no accident, it seems like something had worked. whatever they talked about on the phone, he assumes. ]
This isn't the best time to make your debut right now, with me like this. [ he sighs shallowly, a tense thing that presses his mouth taut. ] I'm sure they're assuming I'd still be at the hospital so--fine. Let's go across the street. That safe house has everything we'll need.
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[His words trail off, but he figures Dick already knows. Before this. The accident. The memory loss.
And now he feels bad that Dick is in this position, trying to decide what's best. Jason should be the one telling him to just go to the Tower without him, but maybe he's too selfish for that. He is, cause he's utterly relieved when Dick says they can go to the safe house instead.]
Yeah, it's all connected. Pretty sure you left a laptop there last time too-- and some clothes if you wanna try and shower, or change.
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Dick hopes so. he relies on his gut instincts in situations like this, where the right answer is far from obvious. what Jason says only helps to cement this decision, though, because if he's left a laptop (meaning he trusts Jason enough for it), and clothes, then that means he's at least somewhat established in that location. ]
Good. Maybe--[ is it too soon to start hoping? perhaps, but he can't help it. ] there'll be other things there I can use to remember. [ Dick sits up enough to tell the driver about the change in location, then sits back again with a quiet sigh. ]
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He's not like that anymore, though- he figures Dick knows that much, at least. He knows how much Jason changed after coming back from the dead.]
Maybe there is, yeah.
[There's probably more at the Tower though. Things that will remind Dick of his life far more than the safe house will. Jason wishes he was enough. Maybe a touch, a kiss, something like that would bring it all back. But this is so far from a goddamn fairytale.]
Spend the night, and then go back to the Tower. You'd do better there. It's more connected to your life, to your memories.
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he remembers mourning for it, too, when he finally had a chance to sit down and think about it. even now, he can see it in the way Jason seems to let him go. it's surprising that Jason lets him go when it's so obvious that he wants to stay by Dick's side. ]
Yeah. Okay. [ he nods, though there's a part of him that starts to feel reluctant at the thought of leaving Jason alone. he can't quite put the feeling into words. ] Maybe. We'll see.
[ the cab pulls to a stop at the curb outside the building containing the safehouse. Dick reaches out with his phone to pay the driver, thanking him. he even gets the door open, but stops short of stepping out of it when the motion of twisting his body makes his breath catch. he has to wait for Jason. now that they're out of the hospital, the familiar frustration he feels when his body doesn't work starts to surface. ]
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Dick's 'maybe' is surprising, though and it sparks a little hope in Jason. Maybe Dick feels connected to him even now, even just a little bit. It's something he can hope for at least.
He nods, glad for it. When the can stops, Dick pays before Jason can even reach for his wallet, so he's out of the car and moving over to the other side to help Dick out.
He curls his arms around him and keeps him steady as his strong arms hold up whatever weight Dick puts on him. Jason's changed a lot in that way too. He could probably put muscle Dick at this point.]
Almost there, and then you can rest.
[He undoes the security easily and lets them inside, turning the lights on so they can move around. Dick will definitely see some of his things laying around, almost like he lives here too. That's how it's been, really. Dick has been around a lot.]
Wanna sit, or lay down?
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all good signs, he thinks, as he braces a hand against the door frame and takes in the space. like they do. it feels like stepping into someone else's life, or some other universe, where the once cold safehouse now looks lived-in. there's an empty mug on the kitchen island, a few dishes in the sink, a throw wrinkled on the sofa, partially covering a Nintendo switch and a console controller. the front closet is thrown open and he can see a few empty hangers, looking as if the clothes were snagged right off of them.
he's pulled out of his thought when Jason speaks to him, and it takes him a half-beat to digest what was said. ]
I'll sit. [ he starts toward the sofa, starting to feel more steady on his own feet, though he accepts Jason's help if he offers it. seeing Jason in the space seems to pull up more feelings inside him, ones he's now understanding are memories, and once he's seated on the couch, he watches Jason like he's thinking. ]
How long have you been here?
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Jason nods, helping Dick to the couch, maneuvering him carefully as he sits him down. He goes to the kitchen area to grab a glass of water and brings it back to Dick, sitting on the coffee table in front of him.]
About a month. Does any of it feel familiar?
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the items start to string together a story. a month isn't a long time.
he takes the glass of water when Jason comes back to him, and when Jason's face comes to his level again, it feels like deja-vu, as if Jason has been in this exact position before, sitting on the coffee table in front of him.
slowly, he nods. ]
Yeah. You being in this space feels familiar. [ there's a hopefulness that starts to warm in his eyes. he looks down at the sofa. ] I remember you laying here. Wrapped up in his blanket. [ shirtless. naked? he doesn't know. ] You were sleeping.
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He wants to hold on to the glimmer of hope he feels when Dick looks around, taking it all in, and nods. That small motion brings a small smile to Jason's face. The first one all night. It's something. A big something. The memories aren't completely gone.]
Yeah. That's right. You came over late one night- I fell asleep on the couch waiting for you. I didn't wanna go to bed just yet. You ended up just laying down with me right here cause you said I looked too comfortable to move.
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I didn't want to go to bed without you, either. My arm was asleep, but I didn't care. [ he sets the glass down and reaches up, slowly bringing his fingers to Jason's face. ]
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I woke up as soon as you laid down and tugged you under the blanket. We slept like that till morning.
[He turns his face into Dick's hand, kissing his fingers lightly. He's so fucking overjoyed that Dick remembers. He wants to throw his arms around the older man and hug him so tight, but god, this gentle touch feels too good to move out of.]
Sorry about your arm.
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a small smile curls on his mouth too, even if he doesn't quite remember what the morning was like. his touch slides to the side of Jason's neck, and he gently curls his fingers there, thumb settling at the angle of Jason's jaw like it knows the spot. ]
It's alright. It's been through worse. What'd we do in the morning?
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It's easy to see just how much Jason reacts to Dick's touch- his heart beat speeding up, a warmness in his gaze, the slight flutter of his lashes when Dick curls his fingers around his neck, along with the goosebumps that raise across his skin.
There's even the very slightest hint of a blush now, when Dick asks what they did in the morning.]
Ah-- well. We made love and then I made you breakfast. The fluffiest eggs you've ever had.
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Jason before wouldn't have let him get even close to something like this. he wouldn't have believed it, although he might have had thoughts of it. he's not blind.
his lips part when Jason speaks again, his gaze tracing along the dustin gof red across his nose. oh. they've gone there. his thumb pauses in its path and his brows raise in surprise. ]
Oh. Okay. [ it's clear that Dick doesn't remember that part, and the way his brows pull together then smooth out again betrays how he struggles with the memory fading to nothing like that. ]
We were that close...
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Yeah--
[He almost says sorry, but he knows he has nothing to apologize for. Not when it comes to that. He doesn't want Dick to pull his hand away just yet, so he lifts his own, place it over Dick's hand, letting his thumb run back and forth along his skin. ]
We were that close. I know it's gotta be weird, hearing it. Knowing it, but not remembering it. But-- you can feel it, right? That closeness. A little bit?
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his chest expands with a shallow breath, a sigh that bleeds out as he nods his head. ]
...yeah. [ he wants to remember. he really does, and the frustration of drawing blanks settles in his jaw, a tension that pulls his shoulders tight. he knows he's letting Jason down. ]
Hey, I'm gonna--try to catch up a little, alright? I think you should get some sleep.
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He's far from disappointed, and maybe the reaction Dick sees is all in his head, because Jason's still looking at him like he's everything-- even if Dick looks away, looking disappointed himself. ]
Hey, it's ok. You remembered something. That's huge. Give it time, ok?
[He sees the frustration, the tenseness that settles back around Dick. He lets his thumb run back and forth one more time before he lifts his hand so Dick can move it away- Jason knows he wants to.]
Sure. I'll grab your laptop. Is it ok if I just hang out here, though? I can stay quiet, promise. I don't think I can sleep right now.
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but itβs never that easy, and Jason doesnβt deserve for him to be projecting it back, taking it out on him.
his hand drops when Jasonβs lifts away. ]
Thanks. And yeah. Of course. [ he tries for a tense smile. ]
Stay wherever you want. [ he almost offers the spot next to him on the couch, though, but heβs honestly not sure how heβll handle what comes back to him. ]
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The tense smile is noted, so he figures he shouldn't stay too close. Just on the periphery. Just like he was before. Kind of orbiting Dick in some way, but never too close.
Rachel's words still ring in his head.
He tries to shove them away, moving forward to grab Dick's laptop to hand it over to him, then settles on the couch, not in the spot right next to him, but on the other side- stretching out a little. ]
This ok?
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then Jason asks him if itβs okay, and heβs looking up again, lost on what Jasonβs asking about before he catches up. he hadnβt even thought twice about it. ]
Yeah. [ another smile, tense and polite, impersonal, almost. this must be how it was with Jason before. he can imagine himself hanging out on this couch, reviewing files or prepping briefings, doing research with Jason stretched out, doing his own thing. theyβd sit in comfortable silence, enjoying each otherβs company.
at least, heβd hope they had had that, if he had been as happy as he was seeing Jason sleeping, wrapped up in this blanket. it felt genuine. happier than heβd been in a long time. all gone. just like that.
he looks back down to the laptop and takes a slow breath. he open his file structure.
where to even start? ]
Try closing your eyes. At least try to get some sleep.
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He gives Dick a small smile too, then tries to relax like he had before. Dick would be happy to know that they really did sit in comfortable silence, doing their own thing.
Even with all this, he can't hold back the soft laugh, when Dick tells him to close his eyes. Even with his attention on the screen he's aware of Jason, and that's how it was before, too. It's familiar. It's nice.]
Okay, okay. Closing my eyes.
[And he actually does, stretching one leg out a little more to press against Dick's leg. Just a little contact to help him calm his mind.]
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he ends up smiling about it, finally feeling a little more grounded now that Jasonβs settled down beside him too.
the texts are easier to browse through his laptop, as are the photos on his phone and his system. he continues scrolling through things in backwards chronological order, relying on his organization structure to link similar items together.
he gets lost in it. he doesnβt know for how long, but heβs reading a particularly long description of a nightclub investigation when his eyes start shutting. his attention finally starts fraying and he blinks a couple times to stay awake, fighting it.
not long after that, his breathing evens out with the laptop still propped open on one leg bent over the other, his head tipped, cheek pressed into the cushions, in a deep sleep. ]
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Eventually Jason does doze off, feeling comfortable enough now that they're both just here. He doens't want to waste any of his time with Dick, but he's exhausted.
Eventually he does stir though, glancing over at Dick. For a moment it feels like nothing has changed at all, and he wants to stay with that feeling so badly. He smiles softly, sitting up to move the laptop onto the coffee table, then pulls the blanket down around Dick. Maybe he should move him to the bedroom, but he's worried that if he does, Dick won't want to sleep again. Instead he settles in against his side and closes his eyes once again, pulling the blanket around both of them. ]
Should we wrap or ff this one? :)
Definitely not wrap, they still have so much to go ;__; we can ff them to waking up though?
yaaa
<3
phew busy weekend
hopefully good busy!
yesss an amazing bottomless brunch and long hike in the snow c:
Omg that sounds fantastic!
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omg jasonnn so cuteee ahhhhh ππππ₯Ί
Ugh he issss. They're both cute π₯Ί
they are π₯Ί
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am sorry for dropping off the face of the earth
it's all good <3
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ooc: Alfred's dead in Titans D: Unless. you wanna play that he's still alive? xD
NOPE, he should stay dead SORRY I FORGOT
xD
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ok lmk if this is a good amount of ff!
yeah it's good!
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Shall we wrap?! :)))
yeah ;____;