( he's not wrong. of course he's not wrong. and fuck, jason really needs to learn how to--pull it back a little. he used to be good at it. used to know how to play people pretty well but he hasn't had to play himself, ever. honestly, if he'd found himself somewhere out there, he'd be significantly more inclined to just fucking kill him. get rid of him. the younger version here before had been. . hopeful, young, full of life still. but this guy?

the look in this guy's eyes is worse than the one jason knows he wears often. more worn, haggard, lost. closer to where jason had been a few years ago before he'd gotten his shit together. he doesn't like himself on a good day. he sure as hell doesn't like this asshole standing in front of him. )

Hm. ( his jaw clenches, muscles twitching. jason tips his head back, takes another drink of the beer. counts the knives he has tucked into his sleeves, because he doesn't travel with guns. ) You take a look at the Morningstar chatgroup yet? 've got enough history running there.

( but even as he points it out he realizes how stupid that was. jason starts fights, but also all his stupid playfighting with people is also public. shit. )

Take a gander. Tell me how good you think our working relationship is.