( and tim knows jason all-too well. better than this jason knows himself, maybe. that becomes all the more clear when tim starts stepping in towards him, extends his hands out, offers himself to jason. what he wants is someone who thinks he’s worth sticking around for, more than anything else. what he wants is to matter to someone. to not be thrown away, replaced.
jason’s stepping back in response, lips pursed tight. there’s a moment where the shock’s more than evident on his face: eyes wide and brows raised a little, but jason’s quick to push that mask back into place, the dim blue light glowing over where his eyes are.
hiding behind metal is easier than dealing with things out right. hiding his face, his voice, makes it easier to sound like he’s not broken. like there is something left inside of him that isn’t just anger and fear and hatred. in this case, it’s so much fucking easier to hide the way his voice quivers, how much tim’s offering is actually getting to him. jason doesn’t believe it for a moment. there’s a catch here somewhere, tim’s after something, and jason’s not going to give it to him. )
no subject
jason’s stepping back in response, lips pursed tight. there’s a moment where the shock’s more than evident on his face: eyes wide and brows raised a little, but jason’s quick to push that mask back into place, the dim blue light glowing over where his eyes are.
hiding behind metal is easier than dealing with things out right. hiding his face, his voice, makes it easier to sound like he’s not broken. like there is something left inside of him that isn’t just anger and fear and hatred. in this case, it’s so much fucking easier to hide the way his voice quivers, how much tim’s offering is actually getting to him. jason doesn’t believe it for a moment. there’s a catch here somewhere, tim’s after something, and jason’s not going to give it to him. )
Go back. You don’t belong out here.