[it's easy to pull Jason in. he practically crumbles-- and the lack of a response for him to push back against just gives more space for the sobs and the tears, leaving his chest wet, and his breaths coming out in aching puffs.

he hates falling apart. the feeling is awful, and he doesn't ever know if he'll get catharsis or if it'll always be like this.

his head screaming in pain, his breath struggling to come in even cadences and his eyes burning from the tears. he's useless against nero, and his mind is empty of everything but the lingering feelings from that memory.

the hopelessness and-- the feeling of being utterly, completely alone.]