( his chest rises and falls steadily, even as the rest of his body language reads two seconds away from jumping right into a fight. jason--takes a step forward, just one, until he's almost uncomfortably close to junior. leans into his space, white curls almost falling into his eyes. )
Were? I'm still angry. ( he's gone home, since the last time they'd had this conversation. spent months recovering from injuries bruce gave him, had to cope with roy's death, alfred's, his own, again, after the war. after the world shifted and everything changed. jason wouldn't call it growth, so much as--being proven right. ) An' I know who I am. Where I stand, how much trust I should put in any of it. ( voice lowering, and jason tips his head a little. looks junior over. ) Do you?
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Were? I'm still angry. ( he's gone home, since the last time they'd had this conversation. spent months recovering from injuries bruce gave him, had to cope with roy's death, alfred's, his own, again, after the war. after the world shifted and everything changed. jason wouldn't call it growth, so much as--being proven right. ) An' I know who I am. Where I stand, how much trust I should put in any of it. ( voice lowering, and jason tips his head a little. looks junior over. ) Do you?