Jason looks up at him. He's so fucking tall. On his own feet, Jason knows he can't be more than an inch shy of him, but Bruce always seems so big. Implacable, immovable, when all Jason wants is for him to bend.
"I don't know what that means," he says. He knows that half of their kind arrive here with secrets, that some of them are Jason's. He knows he doesn't want to know, because it's all he can do to hold what little he has together. He knows, full well, how little it would take to break him, and all at once it's here.
He wipes beneath his nose, staring up with swollen eyes. "What kind of turn?"
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Date: 2012-02-14 06:13 am (UTC)"I don't know what that means," he says. He knows that half of their kind arrive here with secrets, that some of them are Jason's. He knows he doesn't want to know, because it's all he can do to hold what little he has together. He knows, full well, how little it would take to break him, and all at once it's here.
He wipes beneath his nose, staring up with swollen eyes. "What kind of turn?"