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[That takes him off guard. Griffin's head whips up, eyes wide and disbelieving. Who the hell could beat JASON to death? He was already fucking tough, and-- Griffin couldn't suppress the protective surge that welled up inside him.]

What... the hell?

[he shrugs again, and pushes away from the wall.]

Eh, crowbars have come up enough that it seems to be a pretty well known fact.

Plus, you know, the fact that I decided to use one to beat the face in of the guy that did it. Made sure to ask him which way hurt the most.

Worst part? It didn't even feel satisfying.

[Griffin stays in place as he watches Jason push away. His expression steels as he listens to him, but by the end, there is something darker in his eyes.]

...You're right. That does suck.

Revenge oughta have the decency to be enjoyable.

Don't think it's ever gonna be that way with that asshole. He's so far gone, everything's a joke to him.

Even my life.

[he doesn't look back to notice the darkness in Griff's eyes.

not that he doesn't have something dark in his own eyes. but this is enough-- time to loosen up.]

Anyway, you wanted me to pick up a book?

Well I hope you killed him.

[That's the last he'll say on that, if Jason wanted to change the subject. Breathing out a pained sigh, he finally moves from his spot to grab something from under the bed. Apparently that's where all presents live?]

[it is absolutely the last he wants to talk about it. he doesn't know what happened, but it's this giant hole that feels like it's growing ever closer.

and he doesn't like it.]

What brought this on, anyway? The scar points, fine. But you hate books.

[He hesitates, back turned to Jason.]

I don't hate books. I just can't get through'em without falling asleep.

You always seem t'need one though... [Y'know. For when Griffin's asleep.]

[he's watching his back, noting the hesitation. his eyebrows raise lightly.]

They keep me awake.

[His heart's pounding in his chest now!!!]

R-right.

[Don't think about how he stroked your hair. Don't get flustered. Come on. Be cooler than this, dipshit. Griffin forces himself to stand up and... hands Jason a leather bound hardcover, in his shade of red with gold detailing. It's an anthology of poetry.]

I dunno, I thought maybe you'd like'em.

What?

[what]

[he stares down at the book]

[be cool.

don't do it.]

It's--

[be cool.]

[DEEP BREATH.]

[and just]

... Thanks.

[he really wishes he'd had his hood up this whole time]

This is... not what I expected? It's... [romantic?] ... not what I thought.

[Please Griffin died a thousand deaths in the time it took you to respond]

U-umm. I was tryin' my hand at writing music so I... started reading poems for inspiration. They weren't bad. [He, glances down, rubs his nose.] Guess there's something to'em.

[oh.

he looks at the book, and is again reminded that he... actually doesn't know what to do. this feels a little?

unbelievable?]

...

...

...

Oh.

[ WHEEZE ]

--I mean you don't have t'read it if it's not your thing. You're like-- non-fiction, right?

[nope this was a mistake Jay didn't want romance and this was romance you fucked up YOU FUCKED UP]

I read a lot of non-fiction, yeah.

[he pauses, actually still not sure what to say, glancing down at the book.]

... Are you sure you meant this for me? And not, y'know, Shrike?

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[He... chews his lip. Guess both of them are just gonna stare down at this book, because Griffin can't bring himself to look Jason in the eyes either.

After a moment of strained silence, he can only offer up honestly,]

It's yours if you want it.

[what does taking it mean, though?

he thinks he gets it-- and thinks it's a huge, huge fucking mistake. He can't be whatever Griffin's looking for, because he knows himself. Rival was comfortable because rivals fight. Fighting was easy, because he felt it in his blood that he was fighting something too.

this... isn't fighting. this was out of his wheelhouse.]

Were you awake?

[Ah. Griffin's face flushes with shame as his jaw tightens. He shouldn't have just let Jason think he was asleep. It was dishonest. He wasn't supposed to know, or acknowledge it, or-- something he just couldn't understand.

It felt like he did something wrong, but he didn't know what. So he just admits,]

...Yeah.

Fuck.

[where does he start. can't exactly curse himself out for being an impulsive asshole. but he kind of feels like one (hah, the joke is that he always feels like one.)]

Look...

[he's sorry? is he sorry? is he capable of being truly sorry for a god damned thing he does? he's not sure-- just that every panic button is pressed, and he's going to overreact because he doesn't know what to stop himself.]

I shouldn't have done that. It-- was the wrong impression. We're just rivals, you've got Shrike and D.Va.

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[Griffin looks up, brows furrowed.]

Yeah. I do have them.

[They're not here, and he didn't bring them up. This was about him and Jason, not his girlfriends-- so why...?]

You're not-- in their way or something?

[...But that didn't actually answer whether Jason himself cared enough to want a relationship beyond fighting. Griffin inhales sharply, and - looks him in the eye to ask, bluntly:]

Why did you do it?

I don't fucking know.

[sharply, defensively. a huge over reaction. he knows it is. but he's acting on instinct, saying what feels-- the most correct. what will get the point across that he shouldn't. shouldn't want to know that, shouldn't want to deal with his actual feelings.]

Sometimes, I just do shit, and don't think about it.

[or the consequences.]

I'm not saying I'm in anyone's way. Just that if you wanna fucking fight? I can do that all damn day. I don't mind fighting until you actually manage to kill me, if it gets to that.

But that's--

[a pause. uncomfortable.]

That's different.

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