[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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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.]