[ Bruce didn't think he would. He pulls a gauntlet off so he can actually feel Jason's skin when he puts his hand against Jason's cheek. He knows he doesn't get a second fuck up. ]
[Jason feels like his breathing is coming back in bits, drips and drabs, and he nods a little with some insistence, and then faster as his breathing evens out. He feels that rage kind of seep away, and he reaches to grab Bruce's hand.
They don't drive; Jason just grabs a change of clothes (which he absolutely does keep in this safehouse) and follows Bruce through the streets, and when they get there and Bruce starts to strip he stops him and reaches to start undoing his armor.
Jason's hands are practiced and unbuckles his chestplate, and then his gauntlets, bit by bit.]
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Okay.
[He looks so intensely and deeply longing, like he just wants this to work.]
B. You don't have a second fuck up. I don't-
[He wipes his face with his hand.]
You don't have a second one.
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I know.
[ He'd try to do better. He would. ]
Let's go.
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They don't drive; Jason just grabs a change of clothes (which he absolutely does keep in this safehouse) and follows Bruce through the streets, and when they get there and Bruce starts to strip he stops him and reaches to start undoing his armor.
Jason's hands are practiced and unbuckles his chestplate, and then his gauntlets, bit by bit.]