[ In his time back in the land of the living, Jason had idly begun to wonder if all this shit was worth it. Because really; it was exhausting. The stress of returning to school alone was doing a real number on him, and he wasn't allowed to patrol, and his family, god, his family-- that was a trip he never needed ever. He wasn't suicidal. He didn't want to be dead. But it made him wonder, nonetheless.
...Maybe he should talk to Dinah about this.
Maybe.
Laying on his bed, nursing the beginnings of a headache with a book over his head, Jason immediately jolts up as a familiar voice rings through the apartment. Shit. Shit. This is the opposite of what he wanted to deal with right now.
Hesitantly, he lays back down. Maybe if he just-- doesn't say anything, the kid won't come looking back here. He wouldn't walk into his room, right?
what did jason do to deserve this fate
...Maybe he should talk to Dinah about this.
Maybe.
Laying on his bed, nursing the beginnings of a headache with a book over his head, Jason immediately jolts up as a familiar voice rings through the apartment. Shit. Shit. This is the opposite of what he wanted to deal with right now.
Hesitantly, he lays back down. Maybe if he just-- doesn't say anything, the kid won't come looking back here. He wouldn't walk into his room, right?
...Right? ]