( the skin contact had been on purpose. a way to figure out where the hell this guy is at mentally without--well. asking wouldn't have worked anyway. violence is the only language some people understand, and jason would put himself, a few years ago, on that list. except the skin contact comes with shit he wasn't expecting, and while strange takes his place between them, jason's doubling over coughing before that coughing shifts to fucking
dropping down onto his knees and vomiting over the floor. probably doesn't need to be told twice, no, because his ability to put up a good fight's gone. )
( when he does manage to speak, it's raspy. he's struggling to breathe, but he manages to pull in enough air to: ) Don't--touch him. Shit.
cw: vomit
dropping down onto his knees and vomiting over the floor. probably doesn't need to be told twice, no, because his ability to put up a good fight's gone. )
( when he does manage to speak, it's raspy. he's struggling to breathe, but he manages to pull in enough air to: ) Don't--touch him. Shit.