[ 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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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.]