like / honey.

“Good, I don’t think I can help myself.” Roy says with a laugh as he settles down in the free chair opposite Fabian. Knowing Fabian is usually too busy to organise lunch is a little concerning - Roy makes a mental note to let Jason know so they can prep some meals and drop them off with Fabian later. “Nothing special, Jason made some spaghetti and we had heaps left over, I didn’t think you’d mind it.”

“does that number include you?” it could have almost been a joke in line with the ones that they themselves made - but there’s a frown already in place upon her lips, and a sadness to her gaze. sia was back on the grind, all her efforts going in to getting herself back to top vigilante condition. but sometimes, she remembered why she had thought it best to quit. people died. they disappeared without a trace. their lives were ruined, and their loved ones left behind. she had always hated that part - more her mother in that sense than she was her father. “it seems… cruel.” 

Jason smiles a little. “No, but I also can’t stop you from undoing it when I leave.” He admits as he starts to wrap a bandage around Fabian’s wrist. “So what happened? What did they look like?”

“mm,” jasper replied, half thinking about their past, half their future – it had taken the australian too long to realise just how important the other was to him, and it seemed that he was finding out more and more every day just how much he’d changed, thanks to fabian. it was about time he did something about that. “i’m glad you think so. y’reckon you’re interested in one last gift?”

“It’s clearly something.” Jason gives Fabian a look, even if he can’t take away their hallucinations he can be there for them. He knows what it was like to live with them everyday, and if he can help Fabian by just being here then he’ll do that. “I can be present — that’s something. Which is better than nothing.  All I ever wanted for you was to be happy. Come here.”

* italics is spanish.

“I was thinking Golden Girls but I’m open to suggestions, and of course I have crayons, who do you think I am?”

“i think i can handle a night out..” they shrugged before giving their friend a smile. “what are you thinking? dinner and a movie, or should we go really wild and go drinking?”

on a normal day, birdie would be one of the most compassionate people, worried about everyone around her, but right now, she didn’t care, at all. she frankly could not give a shit about anyone’s problems. she just wanted to go back to her apartment and be alone. “see what, fabian? there’s nothing there. i don’t know what you’re seeing, but clearly it’s your problem and i can’t help you if you’re seeing things.”

“ah, di’n’t think i’d be gone for so long. sorry, darlin’.” jasper replied, standing up on his toes to kiss fabian’s jaw softly. he’d spotted a familiar face across the room who he felt the need to speak to, but he hadn’t expected it to last twenty minutes. wrapping his arms around his partner’s waist, he grinned. “but now ‘m all yours.”

“What is it?” Jason turns around, not seeing anything behind him, but he was more concerned about his children than whatever was going on with himself. It was as if he somehow forgot how to speak English – which had been the second language he learned growing up as a kid. “Whatever it is I’ll protect you.”

* italics is spanish.

fabian stopped speaking mid conversation - paying more attention to what was behind jason. to everyone , nothing was actually there except for a bunch of desks , but to fabian they were reliving their death over and over again. they couldn’t focus on a single conversation when they were seeing something that was so TRAUMATIZING. 

“ it won’t STOP - they just won’t stop , “ fabian was going from hallucinating things related to their death to hallucinating that they were ACTUALLY DEAD. neither of which were very fun for them to go through. “ do you see it ? tell me you see it. “