( it's enough of a reaction that jason slows down until he stops in the middle of the rooftop. tilts his head to the side in what's as close to an inquisitive look as he can get when his face is fully covered. )
gross not because of kyle's cosmic horror bullshit. gross because he's standing here considering listening to it. because despite their bitching, fighting, and jason's want to shove his fist into kyle's face whenever he opens his mouth, jason would still consider them friends enough to call him one. which is gross. but also cements-- )
Does it matter? 've got functioning ears and I probably won't tune you out.
( he'll argue that fair's fair, kyle listened to him bitch and clearly that's the only reason he'll stand here and listen to him yap on. but it's not. )
[ it is absolutely gross, but this is the most honest he's been since coming here. no one here knows him or wants to. and while kyle is way past the stage where he requires recognition as a green lantern, as a person, it simply widens the gulf.
but he knew that. he knew it would be like this. he was better off in space, alone. but did he want to be? or is it simply what life should be? ]
( it's a complicated question and not one he expected with space horror. or maybe he should have, given the lack of humans out there. aside from kyle and hal and--wasn't there another one? that's not important. )
Yeah. ( like dying brought him back as something else. like he can't squeeze into the nice little square boxes labeled human. not in the same context as kyle means it he's sure. and it's--less often these days than it used to be. )
Like I don't fit right anywhere. Not alive, not dead. Not right, not wrong. Like something else climbed outta my grave wearing my old skin. ( that got dark. he's half between trying to roll it off with a snarky comment but this isn't jason todd o'clock, so. ) Space hit you hard?
[ like he's walking in a dream. when he was ion, he couldn't dream. he couldn't sleep. kyle would lie awake, living in everyone's head, everyone's dream. ]
You're right in that there's no one left in my life. There's nothing tethering me to — to anything. But I guess I keep it up because there should be something to being Kyle Rayner. Some kind of living.
( what should have been snarky but it comes out more. even-toned. coming at kyle too hard when he's clearly having a feeling might not be the best way to handle this.
but they're skipping out on recon for now. so jason leans back against the outside part of an hvac system. )
Kyle Rayner's whatever you want it to be. There's no rule to existing. An' if there was, we've broken them at least a dozen times by now. So fuck 'em.
( this is probably the opposite direction someone should go when confronting the 'there should be something to being me' shit but jason never said he was any good at peptalks. )
[ kyle shoots him a look because he definitely caught that tone, but he lets it slide instead of calling him out on it. instead he rolls his shoulders, twisting the ring on his finger. ]
It's not about the rules, though. It's about — In the end, can anyone say they really knew us?
( while jason reaches into his jacket, sifting around through the inside pocket.
this is not a ploy to get kyle to come closer so jason can quickly slam his fist into kyle's face before he has time to put his guard back up. definitely not violence to pretend the last several minutes didn't happen. )
as soon as he's close enough that kyle's within arm's reach, jason's hand balls up tight into a fist and--swings right for kyle's face. the side of his jaw, because he's not stupid enough to try for his nose when he's got his fancy green lantern mask on. )
kyle immediately pulls up a construct shaped like baseball umpire helmet around his head. it absorbs the blow, but still sends him stumbling back. he's used to hard knocks, so kyle just scowls before letting the helmet disappear. ]
( it hurts his hand more than anything else, but getting kyle off guard enough to fall over is plenty. jason cackles, shaking his hand out like that's going to make the ache in his knuckles fade. )
I'd say brain damage, but I'm pretty sure I've been like this since way before then. I'll get you next time.
( new world new goals. and his number one slot goes to bruising kyle's face. )
( favorite pain in the ass maybe. luckily he's plenty used to slamming his fist against hard unmovable shit so while his knuckles do ache, jason shrugs it off fast. reaches back for his hood to shove it down onto his head.
there's a playful amused lilt to his tone, wholly unlike the usual snark. it's fine, nobody's gonna believe kyle if he spills. )
Back to work, or should we keep up with the existential crisises?
[ but that's his limit. he's not sure he can talk about the rest. not because jason is squeamish or anything, but it's a bit beyond where they are at. and kyle's too conscious of himself to ever let himself be a burden. ]
We're tracking down a guy named Frank Dow. Blond hair, brown eyes. Built like a twig. Usually drunk. His favorite bar is a few blocks over, figured it'd be as good a place as any to wait for 'em to lead us back to his lair.
( who's still at a bar at close to four in the morning? thugs that's who. )
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You wanna talk about it?
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You want to hear about my cosmic horror shenanigans? I think that's a bit out of your wheelhouse.
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gross not because of kyle's cosmic horror bullshit. gross because he's standing here considering listening to it. because despite their bitching, fighting, and jason's want to shove his fist into kyle's face whenever he opens his mouth, jason would still consider them friends enough to call him one. which is gross. but also cements-- )
Does it matter? 've got functioning ears and I probably won't tune you out.
( he'll argue that fair's fair, kyle listened to him bitch and clearly that's the only reason he'll stand here and listen to him yap on. but it's not. )
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but he knew that. he knew it would be like this. he was better off in space, alone. but did he want to be? or is it simply what life should be? ]
You ever felt you weren't human enough anymore?
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Yeah. ( like dying brought him back as something else. like he can't squeeze into the nice little square boxes labeled human. not in the same context as kyle means it he's sure. and it's--less often these days than it used to be. )
Like I don't fit right anywhere. Not alive, not dead. Not right, not wrong. Like something else climbed outta my grave wearing my old skin. ( that got dark. he's half between trying to roll it off with a snarky comment but this isn't jason todd o'clock, so. ) Space hit you hard?
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[ like he's walking in a dream. when he was ion, he couldn't dream. he couldn't sleep. kyle would lie awake, living in everyone's head, everyone's dream. ]
You're right in that there's no one left in my life. There's nothing tethering me to — to anything. But I guess I keep it up because there should be something to being Kyle Rayner. Some kind of living.
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( what should have been snarky but it comes out more. even-toned. coming at kyle too hard when he's clearly having a feeling might not be the best way to handle this.
but they're skipping out on recon for now. so jason leans back against the outside part of an hvac system. )
Kyle Rayner's whatever you want it to be. There's no rule to existing. An' if there was, we've broken them at least a dozen times by now. So fuck 'em.
( this is probably the opposite direction someone should go when confronting the 'there should be something to being me' shit but jason never said he was any good at peptalks. )
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It's not about the rules, though. It's about — In the end, can anyone say they really knew us?
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( hood off once more, because if they're not causing problems he wants to not have his hair stuck to the sides of his face. )
But what's the alternative? Not even try?
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Earth is . . . hard. Trying to live like this, like I've forgotten how to.
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( full of fuckups and heartbreak. )
But you're a stubborn ass. You'll figure it out.
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Yeah, yeah. Too stubborn to know any better.
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( while jason reaches into his jacket, sifting around through the inside pocket.
this is not a ploy to get kyle to come closer so jason can quickly slam his fist into kyle's face before he has time to put his guard back up. definitely not violence to pretend the last several minutes didn't happen. )
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as soon as he's close enough that kyle's within arm's reach, jason's hand balls up tight into a fist and--swings right for kyle's face. the side of his jaw, because he's not stupid enough to try for his nose when he's got his fancy green lantern mask on. )
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kyle immediately pulls up a construct shaped like baseball umpire helmet around his head. it absorbs the blow, but still sends him stumbling back. he's used to hard knocks, so kyle just scowls before letting the helmet disappear. ]
Why are you like this.
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I'd say brain damage, but I'm pretty sure I've been like this since way before then. I'll get you next time.
( new world new goals. and his number one slot goes to bruising kyle's face. )
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[ but kyle straightens himself out and he's pretty much moved on. jason's just like that and he's not one for grudges. ]
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( favorite pain in the ass maybe. luckily he's plenty used to slamming his fist against hard unmovable shit so while his knuckles do ache, jason shrugs it off fast. reaches back for his hood to shove it down onto his head.
there's a playful amused lilt to his tone, wholly unlike the usual snark. it's fine, nobody's gonna believe kyle if he spills. )
Back to work, or should we keep up with the existential crisises?
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[ but that's his limit. he's not sure he can talk about the rest. not because jason is squeamish or anything, but it's a bit beyond where they are at. and kyle's too conscious of himself to ever let himself be a burden. ]
But yeah, back at work. So what am I looking at?
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( who's still at a bar at close to four in the morning? thugs that's who. )
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So what do I do?
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( back to making his way across central city via jumping from building to building. )
We're just gonna sit around there an' wait.
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I take you out for coffee and this is how you repay me?
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( clearly it was needed. look at sad, depressed kyle. )
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