[Dick wishes that were unusual- that he could count the number of times Jason has had an altercation with one of them, much less Bruce, on one hand. It isn't that he particularly believed that Jason was going to be forthcoming, but he'd expected a little more than that. Something that would stand out, something to help him differentiate one moment from another. That would help him piece together if there's a pattern between people from their multiverse or not.
Even steadier, more cooperative- it's apparent that Jason has his limits. As much as displeasure twists at the corner of his expression, tongue pressed to the back of his teeth to avoid saying anything else- anything that could be construed as more provoking, anything that let's out just how much even the shortened version of Bruce's name, still makes grief pulse sharp and painful beneath his rib cage- he still hovers unnecessarily near him, until Jason has himself situated firmly against the wall and looks likely to stay put for awhile yet.
In lieu of comfortable pocket space in these scrubs, he crosses his arms over his chest and considers the following information. A little more useful- but not by much. He's gonna unpack that a moment at a time. He's still feeling the effects of whatever they'd sedated him with- and he's not exactly looking to overwhelm himself any further]
What makes you say that? [So far, all he'd likely gleaned is that different timelines had been used- B has been gone for- too long. Anything passed the first few hours, was too long- and for Jason, it appears, that wasn't true. Beyond that, Jason hasn't given him anything more to work with. Damian on the other hand-
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[Dick wishes that were unusual- that he could count the number of times Jason has had an altercation with one of them, much less Bruce, on one hand. It isn't that he particularly believed that Jason was going to be forthcoming, but he'd expected a little more than that. Something that would stand out, something to help him differentiate one moment from another. That would help him piece together if there's a pattern between people from their multiverse or not.
Even steadier, more cooperative- it's apparent that Jason has his limits. As much as displeasure twists at the corner of his expression, tongue pressed to the back of his teeth to avoid saying anything else- anything that could be construed as more provoking, anything that let's out just how much even the shortened version of Bruce's name, still makes grief pulse sharp and painful beneath his rib cage- he still hovers unnecessarily near him, until Jason has himself situated firmly against the wall and looks likely to stay put for awhile yet.
In lieu of comfortable pocket space in these scrubs, he crosses his arms over his chest and considers the following information. A little more useful- but not by much. He's gonna unpack that a moment at a time. He's still feeling the effects of whatever they'd sedated him with- and he's not exactly looking to overwhelm himself any further]
What makes you say that? [So far, all he'd likely gleaned is that different timelines had been used- B has been gone for- too long. Anything passed the first few hours, was too long- and for Jason, it appears, that wasn't true. Beyond that, Jason hasn't given him anything more to work with. Damian on the other hand-
Right. One step at a time.]