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[It had been less that Dick had sounded more coherent than he'd actually been, and more that Jason had let himself actually hear the words. Because there was an honesty that came with an addled state, be that drunkenness or concussion. And Dick had looked up at him with those fucking stupidly pretty blue eyes and he'd touched his face and...

The bagel was ash in his mouth and Jason frowned as he wrapped it back up in it's fancy parchment paper.]

Don't worry 'bout it. Just glad you're okay. Try to eat that. If you're gunna puke, do it somewhere easy to clean up. I've got some shit to do, so just... Lock up when you feel better, alright?

[He was lying. He'd fully intended on coming back, eating breakfast, and then trying to get Dick back into bed to sleep for a few more hours. But if Dick was going to regret the words from last night, Jason didn't want to be here when he remembered them.

There was always something to do in the Bowery.]

If you need anything, give me a call. Try to get some more sleep.