[ Jason's determined not to let anything more than that moment of vulnerability slip, but at least he stays, and it relaxes most of the tension out of his shoulders. But he doesn't let go either, only belatedly realizing that himself, that he still has his hand on Jason's arm, thumb brushing instinctively against his skin, a gentle gesture of affection that just feels right. He could blame it on still being out of it, if Jason were to object to it.
He's not dropping it. He can't, and he's pretty sure that he shouldn't. In the past it's been a lot easier to let go, or so he thought, and lately that's been weighing on his mind. That he shouldn't have let Jason drift away from him like that, no matter how tough it was to keep him close. The apparent difference between letting Jason have his space and letting him think that everyone was giving up on him was never clear enough, was it?
Dick doesn't have much of an appetite, even though Jason's right, he should eat. ]
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He's not dropping it. He can't, and he's pretty sure that he shouldn't. In the past it's been a lot easier to let go, or so he thought, and lately that's been weighing on his mind. That he shouldn't have let Jason drift away from him like that, no matter how tough it was to keep him close. The apparent difference between letting Jason have his space and letting him think that everyone was giving up on him was never clear enough, was it?
Dick doesn't have much of an appetite, even though Jason's right, he should eat. ]
Maybe it is a big deal to me.