...I want real sleep. Not-- not that phony bullshit.
[ Though it might be at least marginally restful, sedatives just didn't do it right. It wasn't real sleep, satisfying in a way that sits in your limbs and makes waking up a pleasure instead of a hassle. Jason had only had maybe a handful of nights of real sleep in his life, too strung out on the stress and pain of it all, but right now it was the only kind of sleep he wanted.
(And he knew he couldn't have it. That's never stopped him from wanting things before, though.)
Uncurling a little, Jason stares up at his brother, a tad incredulous. Damian, you’re going to give Tim a heart attack one day. Jason can’t even be properly surprised. ]
Text is….fine. [ More than fine. Jason knows he looks rough right now, no need to send Tim into overdrive early. ] Preferred, really.
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[ Though it might be at least marginally restful, sedatives just didn't do it right. It wasn't real sleep, satisfying in a way that sits in your limbs and makes waking up a pleasure instead of a hassle. Jason had only had maybe a handful of nights of real sleep in his life, too strung out on the stress and pain of it all, but right now it was the only kind of sleep he wanted.
(And he knew he couldn't have it. That's never stopped him from wanting things before, though.)
Uncurling a little, Jason stares up at his brother, a tad incredulous. Damian, you’re going to give Tim a heart attack one day. Jason can’t even be properly surprised. ]
Text is….fine. [ More than fine. Jason knows he looks rough right now, no need to send Tim into overdrive early. ] Preferred, really.