[It didn't take as long as he'd expected, to navigate the space- not between Cain's helpful directives and his thunderous expression. He's not sure it would have gone quite so well, if they'd all known the two in this room had invited a member of the NAPD into their midst.
There's a beat longer that he stands in the doorway, fingers curled around the knob until his knuckles have gone white and bloodless. Asses the room, Cain, the attempt at piecing Jason back together and the little brother in question. The one who couldn't just seem to stop getting into trouble no matter what circumstances they were under.
And while Jason certainly looks out of it, worse than he's seen him in a long time- he also doesn't look like he's going to drop dead at any moment. Whatever work Cain did to tide him over- it seems to have done the job, and something eases about his shoulders just slightly. He steps into the room and swings the door shut behind him, at least a temporary barrier in the event that anyone did want to follow them in.
It's short work to bridge the distance between them, though he only spares Cain a pointed, cool glance that brings the message that he should stay put across loud and clear, and then he's crouching down by Jason, reaching out to skim his fingers along his cheek. The first time he's initiated the bond with this particular brother, for no discernible reason at all. Concern comes across clearest, with the anger rolling thick and heavy beneath it, though he's trying to alleviate it by thinking of something good, something sweet- anything to keep Jason focused off how he feels]
/busts in like the kool aid man
[It didn't take as long as he'd expected, to navigate the space- not between Cain's helpful directives and his thunderous expression. He's not sure it would have gone quite so well, if they'd all known the two in this room had invited a member of the NAPD into their midst.
There's a beat longer that he stands in the doorway, fingers curled around the knob until his knuckles have gone white and bloodless. Asses the room, Cain, the attempt at piecing Jason back together and the little brother in question. The one who couldn't just seem to stop getting into trouble no matter what circumstances they were under.
And while Jason certainly looks out of it, worse than he's seen him in a long time- he also doesn't look like he's going to drop dead at any moment. Whatever work Cain did to tide him over- it seems to have done the job, and something eases about his shoulders just slightly. He steps into the room and swings the door shut behind him, at least a temporary barrier in the event that anyone did want to follow them in.
It's short work to bridge the distance between them, though he only spares Cain a pointed, cool glance that brings the message that he should stay put across loud and clear, and then he's crouching down by Jason, reaching out to skim his fingers along his cheek. The first time he's initiated the bond with this particular brother, for no discernible reason at all. Concern comes across clearest, with the anger rolling thick and heavy beneath it, though he's trying to alleviate it by thinking of something good, something sweet- anything to keep Jason focused off how he feels]
What the hell happened?