"Scalpel," says Jason, "It was clean, he didn't know what he was doing," he adds, like that makes all the difference, and to Jason, it does. It hadn't hurt, he hadn't meant to, Jason knew it even as it was happening, and still Bucky won't come home. He's been near to death so many times, had never thought anything could hurt as much as that crowbar until the batarang, and death at Bucky's hands...it doesn't compare.
Jason drags the cloth over his face a final time and looks away from it, the cup in his hands, looks up at Tim and wants to ask him, what the hell is he doing now back home, if he's still a person that people run away from and don't come back for, but he doesn't think he can bear it, not right now.
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Date: 2011-02-27 10:24 pm (UTC)Jason drags the cloth over his face a final time and looks away from it, the cup in his hands, looks up at Tim and wants to ask him, what the hell is he doing now back home, if he's still a person that people run away from and don't come back for, but he doesn't think he can bear it, not right now.