[He takes a breath that seems to stutter like words, and it makes him moan as Bruce's hand, thick and scarred and callused, touches him. His cock is weeping precome.

He nods, mutely at first.]

Every damned day.

At first, it was just when I wanted you to not follow me, but that didn't last. By the end I just wanted to be home, I just wanted to be here with you.

[Jason is being open now, because right now, right now, this is everything. In a few hours he'll harden up again, he'll keep this to himself.]

I kept thinking you would be furious at me when I got back. You wouldn't want me back.