[ "You invade my bath and then expect me to leave?" she says. ]
Eh, not immediately.
[ That does get a small laugh out of him. At least in his haste, he's not beyond self-awareness... or self-deprecation. He also knows he sounded like he was telling her to just ditch him immediately if he was being too forward. As if the warmth and comfort of the bath wasn't worth his annoying presence. But part of their relationship entailed C.C. holding equal ownership over this bath - this penthouse - to Jason. A very literal extension of being two Red Hoods, to be sure. He should know, then, that she wouldn't give it up so easily.
Though that seems to become the least of her concerns once she muses about the stupidity of this world, an existence that has chewed her up and spit her out into her current state. There's no "for better or worse" here, because she's experienced better and worse time and time again. ]
So stupid that a cosmic punch brought me back to life. And a dip in mystical water restored my "sanity."
Shit's just weird from top to bottom. Never know when the rug will be pulled from under your feet. Don't need to be your age for me to get that.
[ Despite everything, his words are uninterrupted by her touch. Not so much because he likes to hear himself talk (though that's part of it), but because this matters too much to ignore. Making their connection known. Speaking secret feelings, buried feelings, into existence. ]
Maybe you can worry about walking that road again next time I die. But for now, dammit... perish the thought.
I don't need all the answers to know this. For however long it lasts, neither of us have to be alone.
Right now, you don't have to be alone.
The weight of your history's a lot. It's numbing. But... I wanna shoulder that with you, too. Lighten that burden while I'm still here.
[ Now, he's unsure. Unsure how to answer the call of C.C.'s touch, her manner of meeting him in the middle as their hands make contact. The best he manages, for now, is to take her hand, hold it firmly. Use it, then, as a chance to pull her in closer-- see if she'll budge. Because the hope, here, is for him to guide her to his side of the tub, her back facing him... to have her sit between his legs and lie on his bare chest, to fall gently into the protection of his embrace. ]
Now bear with me, here. I wanna try something.
[ Soon enough he attempts his little plan, initiating as his hand tugs hers. His grip travels to her forearm, goading her towards him further in the process, as he waits in anticipation for her to move. Maybe he can say it'll be easier to reach the pizza on the sink counter this way? He does wonder if he'll get hungry after long, so it would benefit him, too.
But that's just his way of trying to justify his actions to himself. Like a small part of him just can't accept this proximity to another person. This willingness to endanger himself with the kind of intimacy that leaves one so... vulnerable. Susceptibility to yet more pain, more suffering, where putting walls could easily mitigate the embarrassment.
Then again, Jason realizes, look at her. This is a risk she's taking, too. ]
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Eh, not immediately.
[ That does get a small laugh out of him. At least in his haste, he's not beyond self-awareness... or self-deprecation. He also knows he sounded like he was telling her to just ditch him immediately if he was being too forward. As if the warmth and comfort of the bath wasn't worth his annoying presence. But part of their relationship entailed C.C. holding equal ownership over this bath - this penthouse - to Jason. A very literal extension of being two Red Hoods, to be sure. He should know, then, that she wouldn't give it up so easily.
Though that seems to become the least of her concerns once she muses about the stupidity of this world, an existence that has chewed her up and spit her out into her current state. There's no "for better or worse" here, because she's experienced better and worse time and time again. ]
So stupid that a cosmic punch brought me back to life. And a dip in mystical water restored my "sanity."
Shit's just weird from top to bottom. Never know when the rug will be pulled from under your feet. Don't need to be your age for me to get that.
[ Despite everything, his words are uninterrupted by her touch. Not so much because he likes to hear himself talk (though that's part of it), but because this matters too much to ignore. Making their connection known. Speaking secret feelings, buried feelings, into existence. ]
Maybe you can worry about walking that road again next time I die. But for now, dammit... perish the thought.
I don't need all the answers to know this. For however long it lasts, neither of us have to be alone.
Right now, you don't have to be alone.
The weight of your history's a lot. It's numbing. But... I wanna shoulder that with you, too. Lighten that burden while I'm still here.
[ Now, he's unsure. Unsure how to answer the call of C.C.'s touch, her manner of meeting him in the middle as their hands make contact. The best he manages, for now, is to take her hand, hold it firmly. Use it, then, as a chance to pull her in closer-- see if she'll budge. Because the hope, here, is for him to guide her to his side of the tub, her back facing him... to have her sit between his legs and lie on his bare chest, to fall gently into the protection of his embrace. ]
Now bear with me, here. I wanna try something.
[ Soon enough he attempts his little plan, initiating as his hand tugs hers. His grip travels to her forearm, goading her towards him further in the process, as he waits in anticipation for her to move. Maybe he can say it'll be easier to reach the pizza on the sink counter this way? He does wonder if he'll get hungry after long, so it would benefit him, too.
But that's just his way of trying to justify his actions to himself. Like a small part of him just can't accept this proximity to another person. This willingness to endanger himself with the kind of intimacy that leaves one so... vulnerable. Susceptibility to yet more pain, more suffering, where putting walls could easily mitigate the embarrassment.
Then again, Jason realizes, look at her. This is a risk she's taking, too. ]