[He shivers a bit when Jason grabs him, but he stops and he turns back. They're a dramatic pair, but... well, that's what he likes about them.]
You don't want to be friends, Jason. [He huffs.] We weren't friends before, we aren't going to be friends now.
[He pauses and glances back at him.]
Spend some time on your own, it'll be good for you. You can be whoever you want here, you've got no past except whatever you share. Come back to me when you've figured out who you wanna be, yeah?
[It's a cop out. He's just trying to run away, like he always does. But maybe this is better than clinging to something that keeps cracking under the pressure.]
[Dodger speaks, and his heart drops, but it was true. He lets go and stand back.]
Okay.
[Dodger was right, Jason was lost, and he almost depended on Dodger to dictate what he does. He stands there, he's crying, but he's trying so hard to make it stop. He can't keep Dodger down, he needed to find his own voice and person. It's just hard when the last thing that made him feel safe was gone, but still in sight.]
Any advice on how this place works? Am I gonna get eaten by some weird monsters?
[He tries to crack a smile, he really was trying to make it less sad and pathetic. He understands why and he'll just have to accept and work on it.]
And ya think I can visit Crusher now and again?
[He's grown close with Crusher, and he didn't get to say hi the last time he saw him, that time was a bit.... rough.]
[Dodger turns pointedly away from him, not wanting to look at Jason while he's being a mess. This is exactly why he wishes the idiot wasn't here, Jason isn't built for this sort of drama.]
Just keep away from the demons if you can. Don't take anything they offer at the club, when it reopens. And do whatever you have to, to survive. Even if it means killing someone. Alright?
[The question of Crusher makes him pause, though. And he sighs.]
I don't want you in my suite. But if you ask ahead of time, I can drop him off with you. He gets lonely.
[Dodger finally pulls his hand away, and gives Jason a look that borders on guilty. The sort of look that says 'I know you don't like this, but I'm doing what I think is right. I hope.']
Yeah... we can figure it out later. Uh... Barton's been feeding him more than we used to. I can text you some instructions for him whenever I drop him off.
[God, it feels like figuring out custody for a kid. As if Crusher will care. The dog gets loose enough that he'll probably find Jason and follow him around on his own.
Dodger's brow furrows a bit.]
I'm guessing you don't remember Ivar. Just... if you see a buffed out Norwegian man limping around with uh.. metal shit around his legs, just keep away from him, alright? It's... things are complicated for me here.
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You don't want to be friends, Jason. [He huffs.] We weren't friends before, we aren't going to be friends now.
[He pauses and glances back at him.]
Spend some time on your own, it'll be good for you. You can be whoever you want here, you've got no past except whatever you share. Come back to me when you've figured out who you wanna be, yeah?
[It's a cop out. He's just trying to run away, like he always does. But maybe this is better than clinging to something that keeps cracking under the pressure.]
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Okay.
[Dodger was right, Jason was lost, and he almost depended on Dodger to dictate what he does. He stands there, he's crying, but he's trying so hard to make it stop. He can't keep Dodger down, he needed to find his own voice and person. It's just hard when the last thing that made him feel safe was gone, but still in sight.]
Any advice on how this place works? Am I gonna get eaten by some weird monsters?
[He tries to crack a smile, he really was trying to make it less sad and pathetic. He understands why and he'll just have to accept and work on it.]
And ya think I can visit Crusher now and again?
[He's grown close with Crusher, and he didn't get to say hi the last time he saw him, that time was a bit.... rough.]
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Just keep away from the demons if you can. Don't take anything they offer at the club, when it reopens. And do whatever you have to, to survive. Even if it means killing someone. Alright?
[The question of Crusher makes him pause, though. And he sighs.]
I don't want you in my suite. But if you ask ahead of time, I can drop him off with you. He gets lonely.
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All of the stuff to survive seems like a lot, but at least he's gotten more acquainted with killing.]
Alright, I think I can manage most of that... can't be that hard right?
[It's understandable that Dodger doesn't want him around but it still sucked, he nods though, he can easily respect that.]
That sounds good to me... I can give you a few day notices? or I dunno, guess we can figure it out later or somethin.
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Yeah... we can figure it out later. Uh... Barton's been feeding him more than we used to. I can text you some instructions for him whenever I drop him off.
[God, it feels like figuring out custody for a kid. As if Crusher will care. The dog gets loose enough that he'll probably find Jason and follow him around on his own.
Dodger's brow furrows a bit.]
I'm guessing you don't remember Ivar. Just... if you see a buffed out Norwegian man limping around with uh.. metal shit around his legs, just keep away from him, alright? It's... things are complicated for me here.