[ Jason needs the last word and Dick lets him have it, even though he could argue that he hadnāt always pissed Jason off. When they had first met, there wasnāt a single ounce of anger from Jasonās end, although heās more comfortable with this than the fucked idolization of those first few moments. Heās not perfect and the expectation of it would only lead to disappointment.
But Jason sits and itās with a hefty weight, exasperation strung through every ounce of his body language. Dick lets a beat drift between them as he shakes his head before folding back onto the stool he previously sat in. His beer is still on the bar, untouched. ]
I canāt read your mind--how would I know. [ His elbows find the surface of the bar as he looks down at his hands circling around the neck of the beer bottle. Thereās no bite in his voice but itās the knee-jerk stepping back from the vulnerability of the conversation. He shouldnātāhe shouldnāt. ] But you look worse than when you left me. [ Gaze lifting from the beer bottle, he looks sideways at Jason. ] Have you made friends here? [ Stupid, stupid conversation but he cares too much not to ask. ]
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But Jason sits and itās with a hefty weight, exasperation strung through every ounce of his body language. Dick lets a beat drift between them as he shakes his head before folding back onto the stool he previously sat in. His beer is still on the bar, untouched. ]
I canāt read your mind--how would I know. [ His elbows find the surface of the bar as he looks down at his hands circling around the neck of the beer bottle. Thereās no bite in his voice but itās the knee-jerk stepping back from the vulnerability of the conversation. He shouldnātāhe shouldnāt. ] But you look worse than when you left me. [ Gaze lifting from the beer bottle, he looks sideways at Jason. ] Have you made friends here? [ Stupid, stupid conversation but he cares too much not to ask. ]