They were drastic, yeah, but... I as willing to give it a shot.
[Even when it was hard to step away, he was able to. With Dick's help and Leslie's help, he's figuring his head out.]
She's been making me talk a whole lot, and I've been trying to listen. Talking about my past shit doesn't feel like it's helping, but- I know it is. I've got a fuckton of garbage pent up inside of me.
[ Jason was willing to step away from Gotham and Red Hood to be here in San Francisco, because of him. ]
That's not easy, Jason. Good for you. [ he says, sincerely, as he turns his arm under Jason's hand to grip his hand instead. ] It's good to know you've got Leslie, too. You should tell her about this, you know.
[Jason smiles warmly, fingers curling around Dick's hand when he turns it that way. He feels that strength building up inside of himself once again. He knows he could have found it on his own, but Dick's words always help boost it just a little extra.]
[ Dick nods to the word of appreciation with a small smile pulling at a corner of his mouth. ]
It sounds like you've done a lot of work, Jason, and the last thing I want is for this to get in the way of all that. [ he squeezes Jason's hand. ] She's good at keeping people accountable, and we all need that help sometimes, hm?
[He squeezes his hand back, trying to sound reassuring. In fact, it's actually be very distracting from his own issues, and Jason's much better at dealing with things in that way. Ignoring them, he can already hear Leslie saying to him, though.]
Good. [ does he believe Jason? hard to say, but it doesn't really matter if he does. what matters is what Jason does from here on out, but at least a verbal agreement is better than a no.
he takes a breath and smiles. ]
Thanks for breakfast. I'm gonna grab a shower, change, and get going, alright?
[ He'll try. That's all he can really do. When Dick is out of here he's not so sure how he's gonna feel about himself, or all of this, but that's a different story. ]
Glad you liked it.
[Man, this is the hard part.]
Yeah, okay. I'll grab your change of clothes for you.
[ this is the hard part, and Dick is determined to get through it without making it harder for Jason. ]
Okay, thanks. I'll just clean this up. [ a last squeeze of Jason's hand before he pulls away and pushes up to stand, managing to keep most of the wince off his face. he reaches to grab their plates in one hand, cutlery in the other to head back to the kitchen and slowly place it all in the dishwasher.
shortly after, Jason will hear the shower run, for a little longer than Dick usually takes his showers, not only because he's injured and slow, but because this is his first time being truly alone since he woke up, and he's still reeling from everything that's happened. everything hurts, from his body to his heart. once the shower is shut off, he stares at himself in the mirror for a long time, running his finger along the scar Jason sewed up, and turning around to see all the ones he didn't recognize.
seeing himself without recognizing so much is a strange feeling, but now is not the time or place to untangle all that. so instead, he after struggling with towelling dry his hair, he emerges with a towel around his waist to find Jason. ]
[ It's the first time since Dick's accident that Jason is really alone with his thought too, and it's weighing heavily on him.
He cleans the kitchen, trying not to think about any of it at all, but Jason' always been an over thinker, especially when it comes to his emotions. The crazy part is, he doesn't even know what to think. It's too soon to tell about anything, and that alone feels like it's gonna drive him insane, but- he has to get his shit together. For Dick.
By the time Dick gets out, Jason is in the bedroom, pulling out some clothes. There's a hoodie that he shoves to the back of his closet. He's keeping it- same way as Dick stole his knife. He realizes then that he can't even joke about it with Dick, cause he won't remember.
There's a clean set of everything in his hands as Dick enters the bedroom, and Jason only hesitates for a moment as his gaze slides down Dick's body, before he quickly holds the clothes out. ]
[ he catches the way Jason’s gaze flits down his body, though he doesn’t think twice about it. instead, he just reaches out and takes the stack of clothes. ]
Sounds like something I’d do. Thanks. [ a small smile as he disappears into the bathroom again and gets changed, emerging with just his dirty clothes this time, though he shrugs the jacket on again.
in the living room, he finds the bag Jason brought back from the hospital and puts the clothes inside, slinging it over his good shoulder. then, he steps into the bedroom again, lingering in the doorway. ]
[Jason just kinda stands there, leaning against the wall. There are so many things he still wants to say, but he can't.
They've done this before. Dick has gone back and he's done his own thing and it's been perfectly alright. This time is different though. Dick is leaving without his memories.]
Yeah... yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. Just-- keep in touch, alright?
[Don't forget about me, he almost says, but catches himself. That would be too cruel to both of them.]
[ It's as convincing as he can get, and he's trying really hard for it.
He offers that small, reassuring smile as well, but everything inside of him wants to run and wrap his arms so tight around Dick and kiss him with everything he's got.
He doesn't, though. He stays put. ]
See ya.
[He manages, and then when Dick is out the door...]
I love you.
[He presses his palms into his eyes and breathes, then goes to start the dishwasher and figure out how he can go about the rest of his day without texting Dick every five minutes.]
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[Even when it was hard to step away, he was able to. With Dick's help and Leslie's help, he's figuring his head out.]
She's been making me talk a whole lot, and I've been trying to listen. Talking about my past shit doesn't feel like it's helping, but- I know it is. I've got a fuckton of garbage pent up inside of me.
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That's not easy, Jason. Good for you. [ he says, sincerely, as he turns his arm under Jason's hand to grip his hand instead. ] It's good to know you've got Leslie, too. You should tell her about this, you know.
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[Jason smiles warmly, fingers curling around Dick's hand when he turns it that way. He feels that strength building up inside of himself once again. He knows he could have found it on his own, but Dick's words always help boost it just a little extra.]
I dunno. Maybe. You're probably right.
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It sounds like you've done a lot of work, Jason, and the last thing I want is for this to get in the way of all that. [ he squeezes Jason's hand. ] She's good at keeping people accountable, and we all need that help sometimes, hm?
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[He squeezes his hand back, trying to sound reassuring. In fact, it's actually be very distracting from his own issues, and Jason's much better at dealing with things in that way. Ignoring them, he can already hear Leslie saying to him, though.]
I'll keep her in the loop.
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he takes a breath and smiles. ]
Thanks for breakfast. I'm gonna grab a shower, change, and get going, alright?
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Glad you liked it.
[Man, this is the hard part.]
Yeah, okay. I'll grab your change of clothes for you.
ok lmk if this is a good amount of ff!
Okay, thanks. I'll just clean this up. [ a last squeeze of Jason's hand before he pulls away and pushes up to stand, managing to keep most of the wince off his face. he reaches to grab their plates in one hand, cutlery in the other to head back to the kitchen and slowly place it all in the dishwasher.
shortly after, Jason will hear the shower run, for a little longer than Dick usually takes his showers, not only because he's injured and slow, but because this is his first time being truly alone since he woke up, and he's still reeling from everything that's happened. everything hurts, from his body to his heart. once the shower is shut off, he stares at himself in the mirror for a long time, running his finger along the scar Jason sewed up, and turning around to see all the ones he didn't recognize.
seeing himself without recognizing so much is a strange feeling, but now is not the time or place to untangle all that. so instead, he after struggling with towelling dry his hair, he emerges with a towel around his waist to find Jason. ]
yeah it's good!
He cleans the kitchen, trying not to think about any of it at all, but Jason' always been an over thinker, especially when it comes to his emotions. The crazy part is, he doesn't even know what to think. It's too soon to tell about anything, and that alone feels like it's gonna drive him insane, but- he has to get his shit together. For Dick.
By the time Dick gets out, Jason is in the bedroom, pulling out some clothes. There's a hoodie that he shoves to the back of his closet. He's keeping it- same way as Dick stole his knife. He realizes then that he can't even joke about it with Dick, cause he won't remember.
There's a clean set of everything in his hands as Dick enters the bedroom, and Jason only hesitates for a moment as his gaze slides down Dick's body, before he quickly holds the clothes out. ]
Here. You even left socks behind, just in case.
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Sounds like something I’d do. Thanks. [ a small smile as he disappears into the bathroom again and gets changed, emerging with just his dirty clothes this time, though he shrugs the jacket on again.
in the living room, he finds the bag Jason brought back from the hospital and puts the clothes inside, slinging it over his good shoulder. then, he steps into the bedroom again, lingering in the doorway. ]
You gonna be alright, Jason?
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They've done this before. Dick has gone back and he's done his own thing and it's been perfectly alright. This time is different though. Dick is leaving without his memories.]
Yeah... yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. Just-- keep in touch, alright?
[Don't forget about me, he almost says, but catches himself. That would be too cruel to both of them.]
Text me whenever.
Shall we wrap?! :)))
Alright. [ he tries for a reassuring smile. ]
You too. [ he’s just across the street anyway, but he feels the ache inside him just the same, like muscle memory, like leaving Jason feels like this.
but it has to be done. he steps away from the bedroom door then out the apartment, habitually arming the system on his way out. ]
yeah ;____;
He offers that small, reassuring smile as well, but everything inside of him wants to run and wrap his arms so tight around Dick and kiss him with everything he's got.
He doesn't, though. He stays put. ]
See ya.
[He manages, and then when Dick is out the door...]
I love you.
[He presses his palms into his eyes and breathes, then goes to start the dishwasher and figure out how he can go about the rest of his day without texting Dick every five minutes.]