( tim is absolutely capable of taking him on; jason's more than aware of just how strong he is, how capable he is in a fight. like he said: he's been watching tim since well before he told bruce he was back. and has been watching him ever since. but the hand on tim's shoulder isn't rough; it's a constant pressure, a soft grip, but it's in no way trying to retrain him, or keep him down.
he could, if he wanted to; jason could turn this into a fight, shove tim over and try to use brute force to assert control over tim. but he won't. tim faces him, eyes bright, shoulders tense--and a hand on jason, too.
blue focuses on blue, and jason's not relenting. he keeps his gaze steady on tim, lips pursed and those fingers against tim's shoulder digging in a little. his mouth opens, closes again--opens, again, and if tim thinks it's hard to tell jason how he feels?
imagine the shit going through jason's brain. maybe this isn't a good idea. maybe he's misreading. maybe tim's been bullshitting him this whole time. maybe he should just keep his mouth shut and let it drop. it's not like anything--good could come out of it anyway, right? look at how fucked up jason's gotten everyone else he's gotten close to.
jason isn't a quitter--but now, here, he lets tim win this stare down, focuses his eyes down on tim's mouth for just a moment before averting them entirely and removing hand from the other's shoulder, raising both of his hands up to his shoulders, palms out. )
Fine. You don't want to tell me? I'll drop it.
( he surrenders. it's not a fight, and he's not going to let it morph into one. )
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he could, if he wanted to; jason could turn this into a fight, shove tim over and try to use brute force to assert control over tim. but he won't. tim faces him, eyes bright, shoulders tense--and a hand on jason, too.
blue focuses on blue, and jason's not relenting. he keeps his gaze steady on tim, lips pursed and those fingers against tim's shoulder digging in a little. his mouth opens, closes again--opens, again, and if tim thinks it's hard to tell jason how he feels?
imagine the shit going through jason's brain. maybe this isn't a good idea. maybe he's misreading. maybe tim's been bullshitting him this whole time. maybe he should just keep his mouth shut and let it drop. it's not like anything--good could come out of it anyway, right? look at how fucked up jason's gotten everyone else he's gotten close to.
jason isn't a quitter--but now, here, he lets tim win this stare down, focuses his eyes down on tim's mouth for just a moment before averting them entirely and removing hand from the other's shoulder, raising both of his hands up to his shoulders, palms out. )
Fine. You don't want to tell me? I'll drop it.
( he surrenders. it's not a fight, and he's not going to let it morph into one. )