( his back is turned to jason still and the only movement that seems to come from him is in the form of his cape flowing behind him every now and then. the breeze here in this place isn't warm or even cold as you'd feel depending on the weather and temperature. it just feels empty. like parts of them both are.
it's only after a moment that he turns some. slowly. just barely, even. enough to look to jason out of the corner of his eye, still without saying anything, and more to look to him. maybe a little through him. to the depth of those words and how they feel to jason. how he still carries them with him, even if he might never talk about it.
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it's only after a moment that he turns some. slowly. just barely, even. enough to look to jason out of the corner of his eye, still without saying anything, and more to look to him. maybe a little through him. to the depth of those words and how they feel to jason. how he still carries them with him, even if he might never talk about it.
except that he is now. )