Rest it is then, which won't sate Tim's nerves but it'll be good for Jason's, and that's the important thing right now. "Finish that water, I'll get you something," he says, getting up from the bed and heading for the small kitchen. He doesn't keep much beyond fresh fruit and nuts in it, but he can make a trip the kitchen while Jason sleeps. "If he really didn't, maybe he'll come back on his own," he says.

And if he did, he'll come back to finish the job--

Tim turns away from Jason and grimaces, gathering the light fare into a bowl. That's beyond unfair, that's. He doesn't want to think that way anymore, not here. Jason's not going to stab him; Bucky isn't going to stab Jason. It isn't smart to believe either but it's right. "You can sleep here if you want," he says, indicating the rest of the bed with the bowl before handing it over.