"I'm good," says Jason, and he means it, even if he hadn't been only seconds ago. He'd heard her, but he needed to see her, feel the easy weight of her hand on his arm, and now he has. Pulling an arm up, he swipes the sweat from his forehead before it can drip into his eyes, anger still a living thing inside of him, but contained now, malleable once more. It's something Bruce would have wanted him to hide, or worse, never feel at all, but Nikita's never minded, and Jason actually smiles.
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Date: 2012-11-24 04:21 am (UTC)From:"What's the plan?"