Jason makes a soft, despairing sound, and for the moment, her faith in him is the only thing he has to cling to. Everything he's been through, everything he's suffered and still suffers, every day, it has to mean something. Looking at her wild, dark eyes, Jason has to believe that what it means to Allison is enough.

He covers her hands in his own, letting his knees give and cushioning her descent with the bracket of his own body. "Do you know how many Robins there've been?" he asks, fighting a sudden urge to laugh. "We're so fucking replaceable, it'd blow your mind."