[ Which is a bold faced lie. Jason had seen him smile often. At himself, at Damian, at Tim—but always when he thought their backs were turned, when they weren’t looking. He’d always found that to be a dumb way to show affection, but a very B way. The man couldn’t help himself. He just had to be complicated.
When Damian finishes fussing with his hands, he crosses them across his chest, tucking them against his rib cage. He was cold, but Damian made it better. He was warm to a fault. (Anyone who thought his brother was cold, emotionally or otherwise, was blind—his brother ran bright, ran red in a way that no one else could. Passion was fire). ]
...I hope I make it better. Y'know, instead of worse.
[ He had a habit of doing the latter. It scared him. ]
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[ Which is a bold faced lie. Jason had seen him smile often. At himself, at Damian, at Tim—but always when he thought their backs were turned, when they weren’t looking. He’d always found that to be a dumb way to show affection, but a very B way. The man couldn’t help himself. He just had to be complicated.
When Damian finishes fussing with his hands, he crosses them across his chest, tucking them against his rib cage. He was cold, but Damian made it better. He was warm to a fault. (Anyone who thought his brother was cold, emotionally or otherwise, was blind—his brother ran bright, ran red in a way that no one else could. Passion was fire). ]
...I hope I make it better. Y'know, instead of worse.
[ He had a habit of doing the latter. It scared him. ]