( That has him glancing up to Jason, blue eyes searching his. Quiet. If this were a year or so ago, he wouldn't even entertain the idea, but. With the time he's spent here... with the time he's spent with Damian and having him around in a way he hasn't had anyone else, well. He's a little more open to it. Depending on who you are. )
( He should have figured as much when he was posed with whether or not he could be asked a question. For a moment, he sits there — mulls it over — until he finally comes to look over to Jason with a sort of softness there in his blue eyes. )
Regardless, as it starts to sound like he might have the job, a relieved smile broke out across his lips and there might be the slightest, teeniest gathering of tears in the corner of his eyes.]
[Jayce tries to hide just how monumental this is to him by flopping on his back in the bed. There's all sorts of other details to iron out like if he'll wear a mask, a costume, what gear he'll need and the like, but right now he is soaring high knowing that he's back in the game.]
[That actually makes her laugh, if only because it takes her a moment to realize that his idea of "phones" is not the same as hers. It does make for an amusing mental image, though.]
That sounds unbearably dull. Kinda glad I've never been to a party like that.
[On Jason's side, he's grinning, something he once reserved for Rose before she broke up with him. There's something about Chrissy that makes Jason feel all warm and fuzzy inside.]
Yeah, they kinda suck, don't they.
Well, I'll figure something out. Just you and me. No parties. Just us.
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