Jason's not so far gone he doesn't notice Bruce isn't arguing the first of what he'd said, either.

"I was happy. With you. I don't care if you don't believe me." Busted Robin, costume in a case, a living yet undead reminder of Bruce's disappointments every time Bruce looks at him.

Jason heaves a sigh so tremulous, it could only come from a teenager's throat. "You were all I thought about when I came back. It doesn't fucking matter, does it?"