[The information itself is almost too much to bear. Jason may not always have the greatest hold on himself, but he sees the parallels, the careful little moments where he and this Tadashi guy might be seen as being in leagues with one another. They even died the same damn way. He doesn't like it. He doesn't like when he realizes that the guy that Hiro is talking about is a brother, and Jason's never been anything like that. The closest he has is some pictures of a boy smiling in a Robin costume, some names, and a twisted desire to press a knife to the boy's throat and ask him to prove himself.
Of course, that desire is waning. He's changing, and the plan for home is evolving. It's evolving even now. The wheels in Jason's head are turning. But he can't focus on that. He can't get lost in the moment, in the parallels and the fucked up road of his life.
He can't.
He has to focus.
He has to focus on the fact that Hiro has a brother who died in an explosion just like him. He has a brother who died saving someone who was screwed up, but it was still a good thing. Hiro had been inspired by that, and what had happened to Bruce? What had happened with Bruce? Bruce hadn't cared. Bruce hadn't been changed by his death, even if Talia once spouted pretty words to him
Focus.
Focus, he has to focus. His throat feels tight and uncertain, and he looks down at Hiro and wants to run away, wants to come up with a better, more competent plan to deal with this whole mess.
But he can't.
He pants out a breath, and then he breathes in. Out. In. Out. Focus. His hands are curled into fists.
He's focusing.]
What—[he begins and stops almost immediately. Breathe.]
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Of course, that desire is waning. He's changing, and the plan for home is evolving. It's evolving even now. The wheels in Jason's head are turning. But he can't focus on that. He can't get lost in the moment, in the parallels and the fucked up road of his life.
He can't.
He has to focus.
He has to focus on the fact that Hiro has a brother who died in an explosion just like him. He has a brother who died saving someone who was screwed up, but it was still a good thing. Hiro had been inspired by that, and what had happened to Bruce? What had happened with Bruce? Bruce hadn't cared. Bruce hadn't been changed by his death, even if Talia once spouted pretty words to him
Focus.
Focus, he has to focus. His throat feels tight and uncertain, and he looks down at Hiro and wants to run away, wants to come up with a better, more competent plan to deal with this whole mess.
But he can't.
He pants out a breath, and then he breathes in. Out. In. Out. Focus. His hands are curled into fists.
He's focusing.]
What—[he begins and stops almost immediately. Breathe.]
What does that have to do with last month, Hiro?