( jason's jaw clenches tight when dick's hand lands on his left shoulder, but it's--a healing wound, it isn't a big deal, and he works to try and hide it. the worser part of all of this is dick being right in his face and not leaving jason much room to avoid his gaze. he can handle it. maybe. )

You know Rayner's older than you, right? He's not a kid. ( neither is jason and he knows damn well that doesn't stop dick from referring to him as such. but jason'd also argue that he knows kyle pretty damn well by now; knows he's a petty little bitch at times, knows his head likes to work against him. has seen some of the refrigerators skeletons lurking around in the dark corners of his psyche. ) Kyle knows I'm an asshole. Dickie's--I'm more worried 'bout him. I know he's a stubborn brat who doesn't give up. But I also know he'd shoved his way right into my bullshit an' all I've done is fuck up and offer him promises I've broken now. He's just a kid. I knew I shouldn't've let him in.