( he said morning, but what he meant was as the sun starts coming up and the bats all go in for bed. jason's already come in through the window before, so he knows where to come in this time, too. the lock slides open, before jason's slipping gloved fingers under the opening to yank it all the way up. lets himself on through before he's replacing the screen back where it's supposed to be, because. he can be considerate when breaking and entering. sometimes. )
[ kyle doesn't sleep easily. he's a light sleeper now, due to his work and his other job. he doesn't start though because he knows already that jason is sneaking in and merely turns in his bed, trying to reclaim the last vestiges of sleep. ]
( he's expecting kyle, suited up, coming from wherever the fuck he was to make sure it's jason and not jason with a handful of weapons or someone else coming through the window because clearly this is a completely normal thing to do--who doesn't invade apartments through their windows? only idiots use doors.
but he doesn't. and he's not sure if it's kyle's just sleeping deep enough to have not noticed, or if it's kyle did hear him, and trusts jason enough to not give a shit (which, bad move on his part really), or if he's just waiting. lurking around a wall to fuck up jason's night just for the hell of it. he would do that, if it was kyle coming into his place--so clearly it's a perfectly valid way to greet someone.
except none of that happens, and jason's left standing inside the window with his stupidly fancy gear compacting back into bracelets so he doesn't have to bother with stripping down to what counts as civvies. he gives it another few moments, before giving up on kyle's presence entirely and making his way across the living area into the kitchen.
makes himself a sandwich. eats the sandwich. washes off the knife he'd used to spread condiments onto the bread. puts the bread away. cleans off the counter. nothing. is it ego? kyle's whole jason can't do shit to me because i'm so powerful, he won't even be able to touch me if i don't want him to?
the right thing to do here would be to just do what good pals do and shut up, lay down, get a little sleep in, then fuck off and leave like originally intended. the shitty thing to do would be to quietly make his way into kyle's room, raise a fist up and break his stupid nose because he's been aiming for that since he got here and it'd be very satisfying. the problem with doing that is he plans to be in central city for a few more days, he doesn't want dick to draw on his face again, tim lives with kon, and he doesn't trust himself worth shit. is it a dick move to punch someone after he'd just admitted to at least being able to tolerate jason well enough he likely won't get tired of him? probably. but he's pulled worse on better people.
the moral dilemma leaves jason standing around for a good few minutes, weighing the pros and cons: getting to break his face, finally, but potentially losing what he'd generally consider a safer safehouse because kyle's stupidly powerful and if some asshole decided to break in who wasn't jason, they'd be fine--or just going to sleep and pretend he never thought about it to begin with.
he has been having a relatively terrible last several weeks. having a friend around is nice. getting to punch kyle rayner in his stupid face would also be nice. therapeutic, even. but delaying it until he's been around a few nights might up his chances of actually doing some damage. kyle might be expecting it. he might let his guard down if jason waits longer.
so he does nothing. walks over to the couch instead and sprawls across it, legs hanging off the edge of an arm with his shoes still on, because you never know when you're going to need to make a run for it. jason doesn't sleep easily either--it takes him a bit to go from resting with his eyes closed to actually asleep, but he does get there eventually. )
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i didn't
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because they knew how to tidy up and you've always been a mess.
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my safehouses have always been cleanish
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i stand by my mess statement.
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no drama involved
too many people are messing around in my central city safehouse
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but fine, sure. take whatever time you need.
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and i don't want to get vaulted out the window when you assume i've come to try and fuck you over
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and if i haven't blasted you out already, what makes you think i'll change my mind?
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so i'd say pretty good
maybe you'll get tired of me and decide it's time
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maybe i'll be rich, that's how unbelievable that sounds.
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i knew you cared
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you've already confessed
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( for a sandwich and a nap. )
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but he doesn't. and he's not sure if it's kyle's just sleeping deep enough to have not noticed, or if it's kyle did hear him, and trusts jason enough to not give a shit (which, bad move on his part really), or if he's just waiting. lurking around a wall to fuck up jason's night just for the hell of it. he would do that, if it was kyle coming into his place--so clearly it's a perfectly valid way to greet someone.
except none of that happens, and jason's left standing inside the window with his stupidly fancy gear compacting back into bracelets so he doesn't have to bother with stripping down to what counts as civvies. he gives it another few moments, before giving up on kyle's presence entirely and making his way across the living area into the kitchen.
makes himself a sandwich. eats the sandwich. washes off the knife he'd used to spread condiments onto the bread. puts the bread away. cleans off the counter. nothing. is it ego? kyle's whole jason can't do shit to me because i'm so powerful, he won't even be able to touch me if i don't want him to?
the right thing to do here would be to just do what good pals do and shut up, lay down, get a little sleep in, then fuck off and leave like originally intended. the shitty thing to do would be to quietly make his way into kyle's room, raise a fist up and break his stupid nose because he's been aiming for that since he got here and it'd be very satisfying. the problem with doing that is he plans to be in central city for a few more days, he doesn't want dick to draw on his face again, tim lives with kon, and he doesn't trust himself worth shit. is it a dick move to punch someone after he'd just admitted to at least being able to tolerate jason well enough he likely won't get tired of him? probably. but he's pulled worse on better people.
the moral dilemma leaves jason standing around for a good few minutes, weighing the pros and cons: getting to break his face, finally, but potentially losing what he'd generally consider a safer safehouse because kyle's stupidly powerful and if some asshole decided to break in who wasn't jason, they'd be fine--or just going to sleep and pretend he never thought about it to begin with.
he has been having a relatively terrible last several weeks. having a friend around is nice. getting to punch kyle rayner in his stupid face would also be nice. therapeutic, even. but delaying it until he's been around a few nights might up his chances of actually doing some damage. kyle might be expecting it. he might let his guard down if jason waits longer.
so he does nothing. walks over to the couch instead and sprawls across it, legs hanging off the edge of an arm with his shoes still on, because you never know when you're going to need to make a run for it. jason doesn't sleep easily either--it takes him a bit to go from resting with his eyes closed to actually asleep, but he does get there eventually. )
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