[and he slowly, slowly pushes himself up-- the pain hasn't gone away. at all. but maybe moving will help, even if he feels like he's going to collapse.]
Maybe the first time, you can excuse it.
But at some point, a fuckup proves they're going to stay a fuckup. You can't give second chances to everyone.
[he hisses through his teeth, unable to help favoring one side.]
You wanna make right with Talon? You're not wrong. Despite it all, I care about that brat. Guess the joke's on me, that he was right. I want this now.
['Fuckup' makes Griffin look away, self-conscious - even if he was aware that Jason was referring to himself, as well. But when he hears the other man hiss, his head jerks back and he tries to help shoulder Jason's weight, concerned.]
Don't push yourself yet--!
[...ah, wait. Huh? He blinks, feeling like he missed a part of the conversation somewhere.]
[though he's grateful to have Griffin to lean on, and he exhales, a hint of frustration tinging the sound. he knows nothing is wrong, but it hurts anyway, and he just needs to get used to that.
not let it control him.
but then his eyes go to Griffin and that shocked face.]
There's a choked hitch of surprise in his throat when Jason kisses him but-- he closes his eyes, closes them and keeps them closed even when Jason parts, because otherwise that hot prickling in the corner of his vision was going to turn to tears, and he was not going to let that happen. Even as his face trembles and his breathing skids to a stop.]
[But after a second, his eyes blink open - they're wet, dazed - to take stock of Jason and maybe to make sure he was still real?
Before he just wraps both his arms around him and hefts him into a suffocating hug that lifts the taller man off the ground so he could bury his goddamn face in his chest and be too smothered to actually cry.]
[Nnnnnfffine. Griffin sets him down as gently as he's able, but he's still not letting go. Jason needed to lean on him for the pain, and... he just wanted to stay close. Even though his face was fully red and he was grimacing from embarrassment.]
[Griffin digs out a pair of car keys from his pocket and tosses them - a Feint materializes in time to snatch it from the air, and it runs off to fetch the van from his makeshift garage.]
Now... getting you on the ground. Don't suppose you fancy a piggyback ride?
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I was worried about what it'd do to Talon.
But their judgment's probably about as whack as my own. That much is true.
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You were upset.
I didn't realize at the time just how much. But you were.
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Not upset.
[what's the difference? probably very little. he pauses...]
Anyway, before we go off the deep end here, point being... I don't care about your reasoning. Just your actions.
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You're not wrong. Actions are all we're judged by. They're the only real impact that matters.
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But people want to hear the thought process.
[and he slowly, slowly pushes himself up-- the pain hasn't gone away. at all. but maybe moving will help, even if he feels like he's going to collapse.]
Maybe the first time, you can excuse it.
But at some point, a fuckup proves they're going to stay a fuckup. You can't give second chances to everyone.
[he hisses through his teeth, unable to help favoring one side.]
You wanna make right with Talon? You're not wrong. Despite it all, I care about that brat. Guess the joke's on me, that he was right. I want this now.
[he goes quiet, thoughtful.]
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Don't push yourself yet--!
[...ah, wait. Huh? He blinks, feeling like he missed a part of the conversation somewhere.]
Want what...?
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[he pauses.]
A little brother, whatever.
[though he's grateful to have Griffin to lean on, and he exhales, a hint of frustration tinging the sound. he knows nothing is wrong, but it hurts anyway, and he just needs to get used to that.
not let it control him.
but then his eyes go to Griffin and that shocked face.]
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he thought something different.
and jason pauses, considering.
hell.
he'd thought something different.]
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and he leans down to kiss him, briefly]
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Griffin wasn't expecting that.
There's a choked hitch of surprise in his throat when Jason kisses him but-- he closes his eyes, closes them and keeps them closed even when Jason parts, because otherwise that hot prickling in the corner of his vision was going to turn to tears, and he was not going to let that happen. Even as his face trembles and his breathing skids to a stop.]
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Before he just wraps both his arms around him and hefts him into a suffocating hug that lifts the taller man off the ground so he could bury his goddamn face in his chest and be too smothered to actually cry.]
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guess he's getting lifted, which doesn't help with the pain in his leg, but he can just grin and bear it, his hand bracing against his shoulder.]
Put me down.
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Y-you still need t'take it easy...
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a bad impulse-- he realizes, because of the cameras around. but an impulse none-the-less. and he exhales.]
... Guess I needa get back on the ground.
[but don't think he doesn't notice that Griffin isn't letting him go.]
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[Doesn't help with getting off the roof but it'd get him anywhere he wants to go afterawrds.]
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Now... getting you on the ground. Don't suppose you fancy a piggyback ride?
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You really wanna risk that?
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... If you were actually worried, you wouldn't.
[the most direct statement of faith he's made yet]
So, now it's a question on if I think you're worried.
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So how's my poker face?
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... I'll take that chance.
Better than me dinning myself to one-up you, and then getting stuck up here through sheer stupidity.
[he pushes himself away-- he's still pale but, he feels a little better.]
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C'mon, you know how gravity works. It's way easier for me to carry you on my back if I'm walking down.
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