Jason lets out a growl, reaching to rub his forehead because this is turning to be too much. He just wanted... advice, on how to handle jealousy. On how not to die a little inside every time he could tell Dick and Loki had been together, or whatever was going on between his Twin and Dick. And... well, Bruce, but that's always been a lost cause.
“Thank you, I guess.” And then he looks up. It seems ridiculous to say it, and he almost doesn't for a second. But if he's right, if he has the right hunch then it'd be even more ridiculous not to say it. “You know I like you too, right? I was basically your fan since I was 15 and that hasn't changed.
I'm the one that changed, because Gotham needed someone like me. But the world needs people like you.”
He smiles at that, genuinely touched, and it maintains until that last sentence. Then it's a smile that Jason might recognize from the mirror. It says just how much he appreciates those words, how sweet and kind it is that the speaker believes it... but that the listener knows that it's clearly, unfortunately, not true.
It doesn't stay for long, though. Clark's always been excellent at hiding his feelings. He's so damn genuine it's hard to remember, at times, that he spends most of his life acting a part.
"And here I thought your favorite was Diana. Not that I don't approve..."
Jason is usually good at reading people, even if the walls only crumble down for less than an instant. He was trained for it- but it's more. He's always been quick at knowing what makes people tick. So he should have been able to tell something was off with the way Clark's smile wavered. And usually he would have.
But usually he isn't dealing with this mess of emotions in his chest. So he misses it, and simply grins back at Clark.
“I said I liked you, never said you were my favorite. Nº1 Wonder fan, right here.”
"Yeah, but then I'd get to brag about it. like 'Hey Grayson, bet she never kicked your ass.'." And then, after a pause. "Maybe I should go. I'm okay but- I always leave in a hurry, when I'm about to explode.
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“You just called me 'acquired taste'?”
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He still looks confused.
"An acquired taste is just something that just takes more time, more effort, to appreciate. Not something less. It's more special."
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“Thank you, I guess.” And then he looks up. It seems ridiculous to say it, and he almost doesn't for a second. But if he's right, if he has the right hunch then it'd be even more ridiculous not to say it. “You know I like you too, right? I was basically your fan since I was 15 and that hasn't changed.
I'm the one that changed, because Gotham needed someone like me. But the world needs people like you.”
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It doesn't stay for long, though. Clark's always been excellent at hiding his feelings. He's so damn genuine it's hard to remember, at times, that he spends most of his life acting a part.
"And here I thought your favorite was Diana. Not that I don't approve..."
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But usually he isn't dealing with this mess of emotions in his chest. So he misses it, and simply grins back at Clark.
“I said I liked you, never said you were my favorite. Nº1 Wonder fan, right here.”
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"Get in line, kiddo."
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"Yeah, but then I'd get to brag about it. like 'Hey Grayson, bet she never kicked your ass.'." And then, after a pause. "Maybe I should go. I'm okay but- I always leave in a hurry, when I'm about to explode.
We could have a cool good bye for once."
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And he throws off a little salute before pushing himself up to go grab a small tied box.
"For the road," he says, holding them out to Jason as he makes his way over.