Superboy Prime ;)

He's alone on this fucking planet. He didn't realise how much he hated that till someone actually filled that hole and then just left.. again. Didn't he promise something to himself along the lines of that he would never get close to anyone again after.. everything. He never does keep his promises to himself. Jason always gets too close and he ends up hurting people and being hurt. Stupid.

He's honestly pathetic for this and being dramatic, a problem. People don't keep problems around. Jason was patrolling more since Clarke wasn't there and ran into a certain bat. Wait, no he doesn't want to think of that, right. It's loud nearby he realises again, bringing his arms up to his ears to cover them before realising they are bleeding. Huh. Oh, right. He was at a club, right now. Nearby. Doesn't matter.

He wanted to take his mind off things and since the cute alien that left wasn't around and said he'd be back... he'd be back... Jason doesn't remember but not today. Is it even the same day? He doesn't want to look outside because it's probably bright. Or maybe not. He doesn't know, he doesn't know anything.

Jason ordered some drinks.. well, not some. Maybe a few bottles? He isn't sure. He stole a few drinks, some other drugs too, anything he could get his hands on. He thinks someone spiked his drink. He knows someone spiked his drink, he watched them and didn't do anything. He watched the same person spike someone else's drink and stole that too.

Then he thinks he got kicked out? That's why he's here? He thinks there was also someone else who might have brought him to this room near the club. Whoever or whatever it was isn't here right now. Jason doesn't know anything. No, wait, he does. His heart isn't beating. Or maybe it's too weak? He still didn't figure out why his arms are bleeding.. That's for future Jason to worry about, he'll probably wait for.. whatever.

@legallydeadjasontodd

Clarke is finally done dealing with this stupid invasion. Seriously, why did they need to send that many aliens at him? None of the others in the JL (if Clarke even counts as a member and not some...asset or whatever. They don't really seem to like him anyways.) decided to help him, so he had to work at it single handedly, which then ended with him actually going to space and wrecking the fuckers up. He did it though, and he's fairly certain he double checked for any comeback troupes or ways they could have latched some hivemind disease or whatever onto earth. Clarke didn't want to have to deal with that honestly, he finds the repetetive nature cheap.

So, he's finally free from Superman duties, and after doing a quick sweep of Metropolis and making sure Luthor isn't deciding to send robots after anyone or whatever, he makes his way back to Gotham. He didn't really check to see where Jason was initially, too tired and just going to his apartment. He's not there however, so he reaches out with super hearing to listen for his heartbeat, which he can't hear either...what? Did he die again? Did something happen?

Clarke frowns to himself before searching harder with both x-ray vision and hearing, and eventually he finds the man in a club. He doesn't look good and Clarke feels a weird anxiety in him that he doesn't usually feel. He speeds over there, not really thinking about changing or anything before he's already half-way there, so he just hauls off his chest plate to hide nearby with his cape, considering the pieces are attached, and throws on a jacket. His ankle and arm cuffs are still on, but he's in a bit of a rush so he doesn't really care.

He finds Jason eventually and approaches slowly since he doesn't seem...all there.

"Jay? Babe? Are you okay?"

He says, looking him over, x-raying for a moment too to see if he has any internal damage. He doesn't seem well, that's all Clarke can really gather.

"What happened?"

His face is flushed from the alcohol and whatever else he had, eyes droopy and barely open. They're glowing green, probably because he's dead. Kinda. Dead people don't feel things they are just kinda dead and he would know! He had a jacket on but that was thrown somewhere in a corner nearby. He doesn't remember if he did that or someone else.

The shirt he has underneath is white, well, was. The sleeves are rolled up and his forearm is cut vertically from under the elbow to his wrists, similar to blood letting though they stopped bleeding by now. Basically, he's a wreck laying on a bed with blood matted in his hair.

When he sees Clarke his eyes barely open anymore, scanning the man as much as he can with his blurry vision. Huh, weird. Usually he doesn't hallucinate much but when he does it's a certain clown or maybe his trainers or a certain bat he's not supposed to think about. Either way it's not someone who's nice to him and Clarke is really nice, nicer than most people and nicer than he deserves.

Clarke shakes his arms out a bit before grabbing what looks to be Jason's jacket from the corner and walking back over. The bleeding on his arms look bad...Clarke tries to think of whatever minimal medical knowledge he has, considering he's never really had to treat his wounds before. He thinks he needs to stop the bleeding but he's unsure how to do that where they are. Jason doesn't even acknowledge him, so he crouches down in front of him, moving to touch his shoulder lightly, so the man will at least look at him.

"Jay...we- we should get you out of here..okay?"

He says, moving to put Jason's jacket over his shoulders. He sees a discarded belt a few feet away as well and pauses a little. Clarke bites his tongue and looks back at Jason before grabbing that as well. He's pretty sure it's Jason's since the man only has a few different belts anyways, which does nothing to stop the anxious feeling deep in Clarke's stomach. He rolls it up a bit and tucks it in his pocket for now, the jacket he stole is fairly big anyways. He's still in his suit, but without the chest plate and cape, it looks a bit awkward.

"Gotta get you somewhere safe, um...you have a safehouse a block away from here, or I can fly you home. How about that?"

He flinches when he's touched, full on and makes a small sound akin to a whine. He doesn't even react beyond that for a while, instinct. Jason doesn't really process that the touch means something until a few seconds later when he glances back over to Clarke.

He watches what the man does though it's blurry and kinda makes him feel nauseous which makes him feel panicked. He isn't breathing anyways. Clarke looks nervous and after a few seconds Jason goes to grab onto the man's wrist, much tighter than he usually would like he's trying to squeeze the life out of it.

"When'd you come back..?"

Jason mumbles, the words slurred together and so soft a normal person wouldn't have heard it.

"Sorry."

His eyes widen at the touch on his wrist, letting it happen and trying to be careful not to do anything that hurts Jason at all. It's much more pressure than how Jason usually is, but it's not like it hurts. It feels desperate in a way that worries Clarke even more.

"Uh...few minutes ago. Went looking for you but you weren't home- got uh- worried, I-I guess."

Clarke starts to explain, pausing a bit and chewing on his bottom lip as he tries to think. He needs to not freak out right now, because something's wrong, and Jason is bleeding, and it's all really wrong.

"Don't- you don't have to apologize...just uh, come on, I gotta get you out of here, sweetheart."

He says, trying to smile and be comforting. He tries to come closer, thinking things through a bit. The speed and flying might make Jason nauseous, but Clarke wants to at least get them out of here quickly and efficiently, so the wounds don't get worse.

"Um...Hold on tight, okay?"

Even though he's the one who asked the question he doesn't fully understand what Clarke is saying or really at all though he is looking into the mans eyes, for what they both don't know.

He frowns at the pet name, something he'd usually find endearing but in this context makes him feel uncomfortable, like a trick. Is he sure this isn't a hallucination?

"Why'd you.. call me that?"

Jason mumbles, more of an internal thought that slipped out through half baked syllables. He makes a sound of surprise when picked up, something uncharacteristic for Jason, not sure what to do and looking a bit wide eyed.

"Did you just pick me up?"

"Well, you're sweet...and I like you."

Clarke says, deciding that's probably the best he can come up with. He needs to get them somewhere safe. The safehouse would be quicker but it really doesn't matter with how fast Clarke can get them down the streets back to Crime Alley anyways, so he decides it'll be better just to go home.

"Yes, yes I did. This might be a bit much, and a bit fast so just uhh...might be better to close your eyes and hold onto me, okay? I've got you though, promise. You'll be safe with me, Jay."

He's nervous, but focusing on the task of just getting Jason back to the apartment is enough to calm himself down a little as he flies above the building, he looks around to try to remember the way back, now in the night air while holding Jason close.

"Ready?"

He doesn't really process the middle of that, the reassurance being what he latches onto. Safe. He isn't sure if he believes it, the feeling of hands on his skin feeling all too real and he doesn't mean just Clarke's which he remembers are holding him.. He's in someone's arms. Jason lets out a small sob at that realisation, once again Jason typically wouldn't do.

He hasn't been held since he died, not like this, not so gently like he's something precious. He isn't, no. Precious things aren't dirty and broken. But he's being held like that. Jason doesn't realise it but tears start rolling down his flushed cheeks just at that thought, that he would even fit in someone's arms.

"Hey- hey...woah uh- it's okay. I'm gonna get you home, It's alright."

He says a bit quickly, not understanding why the man is crying right now exactly, but he seems bad and out of it, so maybe that's why. Clarke hums a little, feeling the man rest against him more and sighing. He's probably drunk, and Clarke can smell cigarettes off of him, reminding him a bit of his childhood, since his father would smoke after work a lot. But now it just somewhat concerns him.

"Okay...just uh...hold on, I got you."

He says, before speeding off towards the apartment, landing on the fire escape gently. It only takes a few seconds to get there, but he takes a second to at least make sure the movement wasn't too much, before looking at the window.

Jason has an intricate security system in place and all, but Clarke doesn't know how to work it, and he doubts Jason would be able to right now, so he shoots the thing with his laser vision and prays that Jason won't kill him when he's feeling better.

He flinches when Clarke uses his laser vision on the security system which is only triggered by Clarke destroying. He glares at the man with droopy, green eyes though it's more than a pout than anything else. Jason moves to get out of Clarke's arms, doing a few manoeuvres to get out before standing on his feet and walking over to the system to turn it off.

He turns his glare to the thing instead, resting his arm on the wall to lean on to keep himself up. For someone who's absolutely wasted and also drugged he actually walks fairly fine though he's more slumped than Jason would allow himself to be.Jason manages to turn it off despite everything, squinting at the thing a few times. His vision being all blurry and weird doesn't help and he gets a bit frustrated but turns it off.

Clarke mumbles a little as Jason gets down, allowing him to and floating to the ground and watching him with concern. He walks over as well, moving to hold onto Jason a bit when he's done turning the system off, moving to look at him and the wounds as he sets the belt and jacket down on the couch.

"C'mon...I gotta treat your wounds."

He says. He's pretty sure he should disinfect them and wrap them, and Clarke thinks he can do that, at least. He scans the apartment with x-ray vision to find the med kit in the bathroom, leading Jason to sit on the couch for now.

"Gimme a sec."

He zooms off for a moment, also leaving the apartment for a second to grab where he left his chest plate and discarding that in Jason's bedroom, though whenever Clarke is here, which since he slept over for the first time has been fairly constantly, they share the bed in here. It's comforting, and because of that Clarke's clothes and some comics and such have found new homes among Jason's things.

Though since Jason likes things organized his comics have mostly ended up stacked on the bedside table by the side of the bed that Clarke typically sleeps on, and his clothes are in the closet.

He gets the med kit and appears back in the living room, having been gone for only a few seconds really. He opens the kit and looks things over a bit, taking off the stolen jacket and throwing it to the side a bit carelessly, now just in his silver cuffs and body suit.

He spots the jacket nearby and starts looking through it, trying to see if what he thinks happened really did. His movements are uncoordinated though so he doesn't have much luck.

Before he can actually check Clarke is.. gone. Jason looks around, unable to find the man and lets out a small sob, the tears that just stopped flowing starting up again. Was he really hallucinating the man? But he- Who brought him here then? Did he bring himself here?

The second Clarke comes back Jason stands up and goes to grip the man's clothes, leaning in as close as he can and scanning him to make sure he's real.

"Why'd you leave me?"

"Hey- woah, it's alright, I'm here. I just left to grab the medkit and my chest plate...it's okay, I'm here, I've got you."

He says a little softly, moving to cup Jason's cheek and wiping the tears a bit. Clarke's mostly used to being the more clingy one, per se, so he hadn't really expected this. But if Jason needs him here he'll stay, he never really wants to leave anyways, and it was annoying as hell to be away in space for a few days, as well as working in Metropolis as well.

He goes about picking Jason up a bit to bring him back to the couch, and sitting down next to him, moving to get the kit, but keeping one hand on Jason's arm, both so he can look at the wound and so he can just hold onto the other.

Clarke goes back to the kit again, taking out what is read as disinfectant. He hopes that means he's supposed to put that on the wound then. There's also some gauze, so he uses to that to clean up some of the blood around it, trying to be careful.

"Uh...tell me if I hurt you- I don't...want to."

It's so selfish and he knows that but right now he just doesn't have it in him to care and needs the comfort or he thinks he'll die and no one will care enough to bring him back this time. He wishes that was the case if no one even cares about him. What's the point then?

His face scrunches up a bit when Clarke wipes the tears away, more than normal and it's a bit of a childish expression. He didn't he notice he was crying till then, his face numb. He looks around when he's put down before on instinct curling up and hiding his face in Clarke's neck, his breathing still a bit shallow but there.

He watches as Clarke cleans up his arms, remembering that the injuries are there in the first place. Did he do that— His arms are littered in scars, mostly knife wounds. They aren't uniform, more like slashes but Jason knows he did those.

From the appearance alone no one would know what he did. The part under the elbow is also extremely scarred being where a artery is. There are some burns and everything too but those were actually from a fight. Mostly anyways.

"Why?"

Clarke explains a bit, a little confused by the question but moves to clean the wounds with disinfectant. He understands why humans have to disinfect their wounds, but he always forgets that it's a whole thing they have to worry about.

Under the yellow sun Clarke doesn't really get sick or anything, and he rarely even gets hurt enough to draw blood. He got a nose bleed in space from being hit with a very big spaceship to the face, and that's the most damage he's gotten dealt since he started working as a hero.

But he knows pain hurts, he's felt that before, and he doesn't like the fact Jason is hurt, or was hurt by someone- if he thinks about that for too long his vision will start burning again and he needs to focus on helping Jason.

He pauses to switch out the gauze for the second arm, trying to be as gentle as possible. Once he's done he moves to look for bandages, going to put a hand in Jason's hair, delicately running his fingers through his curls as he lays against him.

"Does...you heal fast...so- right okay uh..."

Jason huffs, mumbling a little and hiding himself further in Clarke’s neck. He doesn’t agree with any of that. If Jason deserves anything.. he deserves to be hurt. He doesn’t deserve this kindness though yet he selfishly continues to take it. Clarke has never hurt him, Jason wouldn’t mind if he did. If he did Jason probably deserves it.

He hardly notices the sting of the disinfectant, mostly just slumped on the other and letting them do whatever they want to Jason. He doesn’t care as long as Clarke stays. The second one arm is finished being disinfected he moves to grab a fist full of the others clothes like any attempt he makes could stop Clarke from leaving.

His hand moves up to Clarke’s neck and then jaw, just tracing the other’s features. His vision is blurry right now but he was taught how to see without his eyes essentially. All-Caste or whatever. That doesn’t matter to him right now.

“Clarke..”

Clarke shrugs. He guesses he's nicer with Jason than he's used to being with people after so long, but Clarke would never see himself as something like that, a nice person. He's not, not really. He's hurt so many people, that's not nice at all.

Clarke freezes a bit at the touch, glancing at Jason and away from what he's doing, confused by it really. He opens his mouth to say something before closing it, feeling a bit flustered and attempting to focus back on the task of taking out the bandages.

He's not entirely sure what to do, Jason doesn't tend to be the one to initiate contact like this, and it does throw Clarke off a bit, but he doesn't shy away from it, if Jason wants to touch him he's fine with that. He's not sure there's anything Jason could do that Clarke wouldn't be fine with.

He hums a bit at the mention of his name. He doesn't know if he'll ever be used to Jason actually calling him by his name and not Prime, or CK, or anything similar to that. He's used to most people on this earth calling him by different aliases. He doesn't really get to be Clarke anywhere else than with Jason. Clarke looks at him.

"Y-Yeah? Is something wrong?"

"You are nice."

He just ends up leaving it at that, insistent on that part at least. Despite what people think he does believe in redemption and Clarke is trying to be better. He isn't like Jason, some scum of the earth who should be dead like the people he puts down. Plus he's nice to him..

"Why'd you bring me back..?"

He asks, moving his hand to trace across Clarke's cheek to his nose and then up his nose bridge. He wants to map out the man's features with his hands if he can't see them clearly right now. His face is still tucked away in Clarke's neck, so close that his lips are almost touching it. He isn't looking at Clarke while he asks either, not with his eyes at least.

They've definitely become more affectionate with each other over the weeks they've known each other, maybe closer to a month now, but Clarke still isn't used to the times when Jason seems to reach out for him, like he isn't expecting the flirting or affection to be...mutual. He forgets a lot that Jason doesn't just tolerate him. He honestly still doesn't fully believe that Jason doesn't.

He pauses at the question before taking a breath and going back towards the bandages, trying to think of what to say to that. Truthfully, he didn't mean to. Truthfully, he doesn't even know which punch to the fabric of the timeline did it, but something he did pulled the switch, something he did changed things. He's just unsure when or why.

"I don't think we...should talk about this while you're out of it, Babe."

He usually doesn't initiate physical contact at least not without a reason or when he feels like it's been prompted in some way. He doesn't want to cross any boundaries and part of him is so scared that he'll be rejected, that his hand will be slapped away or he'll make Clarke uncomfortable. Nothing like that has happened yet at least.

He makes a small whining sound when Clarke starts bandaging his arms again, looking down at what he's doing. He doesn't process why Clarke is bandaging his arms, just that he's wrapping them with the bandages for.. some reason. He can barely think right now so he isn't sure why.

" 'm fine.. Please tell me."

"It's uh...It's okay...I'm almost done."

He mumbles a bit, finishing wrapping the bandages and sighing at Jason's response, moving to put the roll back in the kit and closing it. He looks Jason over again, just to be sure he's not bleeding anywhere else before sitting back and holding him close. He thinks for a good moment, not responding.

"I...I don't know, Jay. It's- well, I mean...I never even knew I could do stuff like that, and there was someone else- he...he wanted me to k-keep doing it...for whatever reason he wanted me to...I'm not sure what I did to make it happen. But I think- I think it's good you're back, either way. I want you here, it doesn't matter the why I just...I want you to be here now."

Clarke tries to explain but his tone sounds uncomfortable, softer too, which is somewhat unlike him, his voice cracks at the mention of the unknown person, or Alex. God, he doesn't want to think about Alex, it always makes him feel uncomfortable and confused, he hasn't even mentioned him fully to Jason before and he just...he can't. Not right now.

He was born a mistake and came back a mistake, how pathetic. He.. he thinks back to Sheila, something he usually wouldn't do, how happy he was to have finally found her, his mom. Was everything she said a lie? With Jason's dad? One thing is for certain that she never wanted him. No one has wanted him. The only people he think ever wanted him were his parents, his real parents, Catherine and Willis. Even then he was just a burden.

Bruce only wanted him around for Robin, Talia only took him in and revived him because of Bruce and the fact that he can't even think of anyone else makes this all the more pathetic. If he was just some universal fuck up why is he here? He never wanted to be a vigilante, a criminal or anything. He just wanted to survive back then. He wishes he died on those streets.

"You shouldn't have."

Clarke says, moving to hold Jason still, trying to bring his hands away from his face while still controlling his strength so he doesn't hurt him, because God, he never wants that to happen again.

"You're the best thing that's happened to me in ages I...you deserve to be okay, to be here you... I-I never meant for all of this to happen, I'm sorry if I- If I made you suffer, or if-If it's selfish but I just...I just love you, Jason. I don't want you to die."

Clarke says, moving to cup Jason's cheeks as he rambles, so the man will look at him at least. This is why he didn't want to talk about this now, because he knows Jason is too out of it to really understand what he's saying but he needs him to. He needs him to hear him, to know what he's saying.

"I couldn't...live with myself if you were gone...I-"

He pauses, not really realizing that he felt that way until the words are tumbling out of his mouth. Because it's true, he doesn't want to be in a world where Jason is dead, and the emotion is so strong and true that it's overwhelming and he moves to rest his forehead against Jason's.

He tenses a bit when Clarke cups his face, expecting pain before blinking them back open to look at the man. The tears don't help with how blurry and unfocused the man looks. He tries to follow along with what Clarke is saying though it's hard but he.. honestly just feels like crying more because if Clarke isn't lying then he wants him here. Someone actually wants him around for some stupid reason.

Jason isn't even sure if he believes it fully but right now he can barely think past that one thing, that someone wants him around. He doesn't think he's ever had that, not really, not without feeling like he's just playing pretend. He knows he doesn't deserve it either but still. Maybe he's still being selfish but that's all he wants.

He can think about a lot of reasons why people would want him dead, why people should want him dead, why he should be dead but he can't think of them right now in this very moment. Jason moves to bring his hands up hesitantly, tracing the skin under Clarke's eyes before slowly moving closer and just pressing their lips together, just for a few seconds before bowing his head.

"Do you hate me?"

He freezes at the question, eyes widening. His hands are still cupping his cheeks and he immediately shakes his head.

"No- no, god no. I could never hate you..."

Clarke says quickly, though it comes to him as naturally as breathing. How could he? Jason is...amazing. How could he ever hate the man who's done so much for him, who's been here for him. Who doesn't care about who Clarke was before? That's all Clarke could truly ask for. That lack of judgement.

He doesn't find himself thinking of comic book troupes or romance fanfiction, he doesn't think about a league of heroes after him, wanting him dead and locking him away, he doesn't think about all the bad things that have happened, the prisons and torture. All he does is hold Jason to him, close yet not too tightly. Like he's something fragile yet precious.

"Quite the opposite actually."

He smiles softly at the last part, the first time he's really smiled during this whole ideal. He finds his eyelids drooping a bit, too tired to continue fighting the drugs now that he has his answer, now that he's safe.

"Don't leave."

He mumbles, moving to rest back tucked under Clarke's neck, closing his eyes and just breathing a bit. His arms fall back to Clarke's shoulders, wrapping themselves around him protectively in a way that's really just Jason clinging onto him, desperate for him not to leave.

Clarke says softly, holding the man softly, laying them both back down against the couch. It might be a little uncomfortable, but Clarke can deal with that. For now, he just wants to stay still enough that he won't wake the man, since they had run into that problem a few times already.

Jason is a very light sleeper, and Clarke can't sleep for more than two hours or so before waking up, which then wakes the other up. Clarke always feels horrible, since he knows Jason definitely needs the sleep more than him, considering Clarke can survive without it, even though it makes him feel a bit insane and drained.

He stares up at the ceiling for a while, before eventually drifting off himself, with the pressure of Jason on top of him and the knowledge he's there and safe, even though the entire night has felt...all over the place. But Clarke's been away for a while, and hasn't really slept much for the time he's been gone, so it does come a bit easier this time.

Jason wakes up with a start, letting out a choked scream out before pushing whoever is ontopofnexttowhyarehishandsaroundthem? off of him. He realises he's on a couch or, was on a couch when he hits the ground, gasping a bit and moving to roll over onto his stomach and lift himself up, bringing a hand over to his neck and pressing their to stop the blood flow.

"Jason? Woah- what the fuck happened?"

He says quickly, moving to him and looking the man over a bit, face looking concerned. Clarke's hair is a bit everywhere and his eyes are squinted from sleep, he doesn't know how long they were out and it takes him a second to remember what happened before they fell asleep really.

He doesn't think they slept for that long considering it's not fully day yet, but either way, he's concerned. Did some threat happen? Is Jason hurt again? What did he miss? Jason looks panicked and Clarke frowns.

"Are you hurt? Is something wrong?"

His head is still fuzzy and he's not fully in the right state of mind but he doesn't care. He doesn't remember much, just that he was at a club and.. well, he got really high and drunk. The last thing he remembers is being kicked out after stealing someone's spiked drink and getting caught. The rest is all blurry and in small bits and pieces. It might take a few days for him to fully get some of those memories back.

He tightens his grip on Clarke's clothes, repressing a hiss when his arms hurt. He only now realises his hands have a bandage wrapped around him he definitely doesnt remember doing and it's not his work, that much he can tell.

"Y– No.. I'm sorry. Wh–"

But then Jason looks at him and hugs him and Clark immediately moves to hold him, hugging him close. He makes a sobbing sound and Clarke just wants to hold him impossibly closer.

"It- it's okay, it's just me. It-It was a dream, I think. You're okay."

He says a bit hesitantly, threading his fingers through Jason's hair a little. He pauses at Jason's response and sighs a bit. Clarke just wants to make sure he's okay, after everything he just...he's not sure what to do besides just be here. The nervousness is pretty clear in his voice, that stutter he tries to hide making itself known.

"You don't have to...to say sorry. It's okay, Jason."

He wipes his face a bit, noting the blood still under his nails and left on his hands. Makes sense. Did Clarke wrap his arms? That's so sweet, he finds himself thinking. He doesn't really let anyone treat his wounds at the risk of them figuring out how he can't exactly die.

Jason pulls back a little, still in Clarke's arms mostly and just moving so he can look at the man. He looks so worried, did Jason do that. He moves to boop the man on the nose out of nowhere, smiling softly.

"You.. you came back last night? I thought you were coming back.. not then."

"Uh...um yeah. Wrapped things up in space, had to stay out there for a while, then came back and you weren't home. Found you at a club."

Clarke explains a bit with a shrug. He's not sure if he should explain everything, considering he doesn't really know what happened and thinking about it makes him want to kill people and he's unsure if he can control that right now. Besides he's not really sure how much Jason even remembers.

Part of that makes him sad considering how much he poured his heart out to the man, but part of it might be relieving. He somewhat hopes he's doesn't remember him fumbling around the explanation as to why he brought the man back.

He fidgets a bit, holding Jason's arms and looking the bandages over, he can feel the texture of it against his skin. Sometimes he used to forget how textures felt, stuck in that box with nothing besides his own body and the remains of his suit. He doesn't look Jason in the eyes, focusing down at that.

"Are...you feeling okay?"

He moves to lean against the man, finding his place in Clarke's neck like he was always meant to fit there. His breathing is still uneven and he still feels.. weird. He tries to look himself over, noting how his shirt is blood soaked.

"You did the bandages.."

He says, not as a question but a statement. Jason thinks that would make sense, it's definitely not his own work and Clarke was the one that found him so that makes sense.

Clarke answers, moving to hug him a bit where he's laying against him. Clarke's not sure what happened exactly, but he's not an idiot and he can tell it wasn't anything good, and Jason was very out of it. He's not sure if he willingly took drugs or not, and he's not really an expert in that regard nor is he some skilled detective.

He just wants Jason to be okay, and he tried his best to make sure he was. Clarke just really hopes that's enough, even though he knows it probably wasn't as good as it should have been. The bandages, what he did to make sure he was alright. He overlooked getting Jason into clean clothing, overlooked too many things.

"Do you...remember? When he got back here and everything?"

Jason says, glancing up at the other a bit. He isn't quite sure why Clarke is so worried, at least not to a full extent. He was.. wasted out of his mind and had cuts on his arms, probably from himself considering the nature of them.

He isn't used to people taking care of him like that so it makes him.. happy in a way that Clarke did that. For him. His head still hurts and his vision is still kinda blurry. It'll probably take him a day or two to fully be in his right mind. Until then though it seems he's going to be more clingy, judging by the way Jason is leaned so close to the other.

"Have you ever.. had drugs before?"

He says with a small chuckle, looking back up at the man and tracing his jaw again. He feels like it's already familiar to him but he still wants to map Clarke's face with his fingers.

Clarke mumbles a bit, he's happy Jason is holding onto him really. The feeling is comforting and makes him feel less likely to snap and freak out right now. Maybe he's just...being overdramatic.

He pauses at the question, still surprised by the touch on his face. He blushes a bit at it, eyes a little wide in a way that makes him look a bit caught of guard. He laughs a bit hesitantly at that.

"I mean...no- I was kinda imprisoned for a long time and I wasn't invited to parties or anything when I was still living on earth prime. Besides, doesn't really affect me considering the yellow sun, so I never really thought about it."

He shrugs a bit at that. He's never done any substances besides sometimes trying alcohol if his parents let him, but he never really liked it. Then when he got his powers he realized he can't get drunk or high under a yellow sun, then he was in prison and it never really crossed his mind.

"My dad used to drink a good amount, but otherwise I don't really...know much about any of that stuff, I guess. Makes me sound...lame."

He shifts a bit to rest his head on top of Clarke's shoulder to properly look at the man's face, noting how his ears turn a bit red. Jason himself has a bit of a flush to his face, his breath still smelling of alcohol and cigarettes even if it's a bit less then last night.

He knows Kryptonians can't get drunk or high at least not with normal human substances and honestly Clarke doesn't seem like the type. It's cute in a way but Jason keeps that thought to himself.

"No— It's good, never try that's my job. Sometimes you just don't remember the night at all, I'm sure it'll come back to me later."

He huffs a bit at that shaking his head a little. If that's what drugs are supposed to do he hardly thinks they're good for either of them.

"You probably shouldn't either...whatever you took at least."

He mumbles, staring down at Jason's arms a bit, stilling holding him close. He pauses at the explanation, humming.

"I guess that makes sense...I was just...wondering, that's all. Wanna be sure you're alright. If you're still tired you can sleep again, I don't mind."

"Don't worry about that.. Just a bad day, that's all."

He mumbles, keeping one hand on Clarke's chest while the other cups his face, Jason himself so close their faces are almost touching. Usually he'd pull back or feel awkward but all he wants right now is more, to get even closer and press into the other until he wont be able to leave.

Jason is aware he has a bit of a problem.. he doesn't think he's ever really been clean other than when he was brain dead and he doesn't think that counts. He promised himself as a kid that he wouldn't end up like his parents yet look at him? He's worse. He drinks, he smokes, he does drugs even if he never takes anything through a needle. He's always been a lost cause it seems.

"Hm.. You're tired?"

He looks at Jason when he comes closer to him, meeting his eyes and looking him over, brushing his hand through Jason's hair a little as he does. He feels like he can't really look away from him honestly.

"I'm fine, Jay. You're the one who's hurt."

Clarke mumbles a bit, frowning and almost seeming mad in a way akin to a stubborn child. Clarke holds onto him, not wanting to ever really let go if he's honest.

His nose scrunches up a bit when Clarke brushes his hair away, expecting something else before smiling softly and leaning into it, leaning into everything really. If there is one thing Jason will always do is lean into any touch, especially if it's from Clarke.

"I'm fine.. Shh."

He brings a finger over Clarke's lips, something more playful then he usually is and leaning in so their noses touch.

"You're staying."

"Ah... Wasn't even planning on it, babe."

He says, smiling softly. He holds Jason close, just breathing him in. Even though he still smells like substances, Clarke can still pick up on that small part of him that's just...uniquely Jason.

He shuts his eyes for a moment, just leaning against Jason. He breathes deeply, just feeling calm and relieved to be able to hold and be held after so long alone. God he hates being alone, it was bad before but now that he's had a taste of being with someone like those after so many years it's hard for him to go back.

He leans in as well, Clarke's forehead touching his cheek. Only now Jason remembers he's technically bigger than the man but finds himself not caring like he usually would. Yeah, he's bigger but he seems to fit just fine here so what else matters.

He's happy and he shuts his eyes a bit, nuzzling a little against Jason's cheek before moving to meet their lips, only briefly, hesitating a little.

He's never really gotten to be this close with someone before, sure he had Laurie, but they were rarely so affectionate with each other, mostly just liking being around each other and holding hands, a kiss on the cheek. Clarke wasn't a very adventurous teenager.

He freezes when Clarke moves, his eyes widening a bit and the grin disappearing in favour of reciprocating the kiss. Usually he'd be much more awkward but usually he wouldn't be in Clarke's lap or this close to him or grabbing on to it and Jason definitely prefers this instead.

When Clarke moves a bit back and the purring stops he frowns before leaning forward again, pressing their lips back together for longer than the last one so Clarke knows that he at least liked it and smiling when he starts purring again. It's calming in a way, grounding him too. And maybe he just finds it a bit cute. More than a bit.

"I.. kissed you last night?"

"Just for a second...apologized to me afterwards. It's okay, I didn't care."

Clarke responds, the purring stops a bit while he's talking, solely because he can't really make the sound while he is. He ducks his head a bit to kiss Jason on the cheek a little.

"You can do whatever to me, I don't care."

He whispers a bit, shrugging a little. He's not lying, but he seems a bit embarrassed by it, hiding his face in Jason's neck as he admits it. He really doesn't care, Jason could hurt him and he doesn't think he'd be mad. He's not sure there's anyone else who makes him feel that way.

But.. this time he wanted it, he wants it. Just the closeness in general and what it means. He hums happily at the kisses, taking them in and moving to run his hands through Clarke's hair.

"Oh yeah? You can too.."

"I...I don't want to hurt you though. I'm not going to- If...if I can help it."

He shrugs before touching their foreheads together, just holding Jason closely and sighing. Clarke has been pretty adamant about the whole redemption arc since the start, but he doesn't think he's really become so patient about not hurting anyone until Jason happened. Maybe Jason has just...showed him more the way that losing people hurts, he can't imagine losing Jason. He doesn't want to.

"I don't want to be that...that guy anymore."

He mumbles a little. He's usually much more confident when talking about the whole redemption thing, declaring he isn't like that anymore, that he's good now, it's rare to see those insecurities that lie beneath shine through. That he's unsure of himself, unsure of his abilities.

"I mean, I love you- I don't...shit. That- I'm sorry. Ignore that, you don't have to say anything."

"You could never hurt me. Not like that."

He says softly. The only way he thinks Clarke could hurt him isn't physical, Jason doesn't think pain like that even matters to him anymore. Pain is the only thing that reminds him he's even alive because dead people don't feel pain. If anything he enjoys it, enjoys it when he can control what's causing it at least. He deserves it anyways.

"Hm.. I like this."

Jason hums, tracing Clarke's jaw. I like you is what he doesn't say. He moves closer to the other, brushing their noses together and keeping his other arm wrapped around his neck, grabbing the longest parts of Clarke's hair. He wonders if normal scissors work on them.

"I'm- way stronger than you, Jay."

He says a bit hesitantly, almost like it's something he's ashamed of in a way. Clarke supposes at this point his strength has rarely done anything but hurt people and rip them to shreds, so really it's something to be ashamed of.

Jason speaks and Clarke blushes again, he hums a bit in response, sighing a little. He takes a breath when Jason comes closer again. He stares down, scared a little when Jason doesn't seem to answer or respond to that. Then Jason is kissing him and he's leaning into it like he needs him to live, holding him at the back, closer as he moves to put a hand on the back of Jason's hair. He purrs into it, the sound a bit softer than before and taking him a second for it to start up again. He only breaks away from the kiss when he remembers Jason has to breathe.

He keeps their foreheads pressed to each other though, still wanting to stay close to him, regardless of how desperate he feels.

"S-sorry."

Jason admits, sighing softly. He knows people can technically hurt him, that he still bleeds like a person and can still technically die like a person but the wounds always heal with at most a scar and some pain and when he dies he always comes back.

It doesn't matter, he doesn't matter. How could dying even matter if it never sticks? At most he'll be unconscious for a while and then wake up. Being hurt, being in pain, it's the same as just being alive or existing.

He just stays like that, not letting go or leaning away, keeping a hand in Clarke's hair like he has in Jason's and the other wrapped around his neck, wrapping his hands around it but not in a choking manner. He doesn't even realise he's not breathing, smiling with a small crinkle to his eyes.

"Now, why would you be sorry for that?"

"Well I uh- I-I didn't um...want to- uh...nothing. It's nothing."

He ends up saying, searching for some excuse to give, because Jason doesn't seem to be mad at him for getting so overeager. He likes this, he likes Jason. His purring stutters a little almost before he just moves to nuzzle at Jason's face again, sighing.

The hands on his throat and hair just feel comforting, he just wants to stay in Jason's hold forever really. He likes staying here, being here with him. It makes him feel good. The purring gets a bit louder when he gets closer to Jason, sighing before moving to kiss him again by the corner of his mouth. Part of him just wants to keep holding the man until he can't anymore. He doesn't want to leave ever again, not for some stupid space trip.

"I missed you...so much."

The purring is comforting and the louder it is the happier Jason feels, really. It means Clarke is happy, that he's comfortable and Jason isn't doing anything wrong. He thinks he could listen to it all day.

He recovers faster from the kiss this time, kissing Clarke back on the nose. What he is caught off guard by is what Clarke says, blinking a bit. He resists the urge to look over at the man's face and see if he's lying because.. he missed him. Jason doesn't think people miss him.

Dick didn't even know him before he died and Bruce.. Bruce doesn't want him alive. Not like this, not so broken. And really, those are the only other people he can think of but.. Clarke missed him. He missed him. He missed Jason.

"I.. I missed you too."

"Space is stupid. I understand why people hate aliens..."

He jokes a little. Honestly Clarke has always felt like he was different from humans, like he was weird in some way, he supposes that finding out he isn't even human in the first place always made sense. He's not like them, part of that just makes him feel worse. He's pushes the thought away, just wanting to be with Jason for now.

"M'sorry for leaving."

"Hm.. I dunno, aliens seem pretty great from where I'm sitting."

He says softly, tucking some of Clarke's hair back and looking at those pointy ears. He finds the alien features cute honestly though he isn't sure if it's in general or because they are on Clarke. Probably a mix of both.

"It's OK.. It wasn't your fault."

He pauses at that, purring still and ducking his head a bit. He doesn't speak for a moment, just holding Jason closely, softly like he's something precious that could break if he's not careful. He supposes that's true in a way, he could break him.

"I don't want...to leave you alone like that."

This is nice though and he doesn't feel like he's being forced to just go along and suck it up. Even if out loud he technically didn't say anything he doesn't feel like someone is using him again.

He moves to kiss Clarke on the forehead when he stops, catching his breath a bit. He's not as affectionate he supposes, just happy to be pressed against the man and near him. He hopes Clarke doesn't mind that.

"I can take care of yourself and.. if I need you I'll call you, OK?"

"If you're sure..."

He mumbles a bit, eyes shut as he leans against him and just breathes Jason in. Clarke likes the kisses and all but it's also just nice to lay with him, to lean on him and hold him. Clarke's never really had that before.

"You can call me whenever...I'll hear you if you say my name...can already listen to your heartbeat and know it's you. When it's beating at least..."

Clarke puts a hand on Jason's chest in emphasis, the touch is gentle and it's right over the man's heart, just to feel it beneath his fingers, even though it sounds pretty slow now.

He blinks a bit at that, not realising that Clarke actively tries to listen to his heart beat and can even recognise it. He knows that Kryptonians have that ability and can recognise people's heart beats but that's usually only for the most important people and Jason.. is one of those people for Clarke, wow.

He glances down when Clarke puts a hand on his chest, their foreheads still pressed together.

"Oh, Clarke.. I can't die, it's OK."

Clarke mumbles, his fingers curling a little over where it's sitting on Jason's chest. He sounds almost like a child whining. He huffs a little, frowning in a pout.

"I know you won't but I just...I don't know...you're more fragile. You can get hurt so easily and it...it's scary sometimes."

He looks down, almost like he's ashamed of feeling that way, maybe embarrassed that he's so worried in the first place. He was scared last night, scared that Jason was hurt and that something bad happened, he doesn't care that he can't die he just wants him to be okay. Maybe he's just being stupid and overdramatic again, he's not entirely sure really.

"Want you safe."

Jason tries to comfort, smiling softly seeing the pout and pecking Clarke on the lips, scared he might have done something wrong. He doesn't want Clarke or anyone to worry about him, he can take care of himself, he doesn't want to be a burden.

"I'm sorry I scared you."

He mumbles, sighing and closing his eyes, bringing his hand down from Clarke's hair to cup his cheek. He usually isn't used to people seeing him like that, he doesn't want anyone to see him like that, so out of his mind. He hates it, he hates the feeling of not thinking straight or properly, not being in control of himself.

He whispers, sighing before leaning into the kiss, kissing Jason again for a little longer afterwards. He pauses, opening his eyes when Jason speaks again. He huffs.

"It's...it's fine, Jay. It's not your fault..."

Clarke mumbles a bit, frowning and leaning into his hand and letting his eyes close for a moment. He's exhausted but he just wants to stay like this with Jason for a while longer.

He moves his face a bit away from the man, solely to hide himself in the crook of Jason's neck again, hugging him closely and shutting his eyes again, just holding him close.

Someone caring if he gets hurt for no real reason despite knowing Jason can't die is.. new to him he supposes. He doesn't really like that Clarke is worrying about him but the fact he matters is.. nice.

Jason smiles softly when Clarke nuzzles into his neck, combing his fingers through the other's hair again.

"You could never hurt me.. not in a way that matters, not like that."

"That doesn't...make any sense."

He mumbles in response, still against Jason's neck and collarbone as he speaks. He doesn't open his eyes or move from where he is, laying there and scrunching his face a bit in confusion and discomfort, not sure what Jason's trying to say but not liking what he means at all.

Clarke can hurt Jason, he can hurt him horribly. Jason matters...why would that not matter? How could Clarke not hurt him? How could he do that? Clarke doesn't want that. He takes a handful of Jason's shirt a bit, huffing.

"Why would...what are you saying?"

He didn't want to make Clarke upset or uncomfortable and he presses a kiss into his hair in an attempt to comfort him, his other hand holding one of Clarke's.

He moves his hand to Clarke's wrist, noticing the cuffs are still on and gently taking them off. Jason has done it before once when Clarke came home one time so tired he just laid down on Jason's bed without changing.

"I'm saying.. that you don't have to worry about me. Just.. stay and I'll be happy."

He's happy when Jason tells him just to stay, he still doesn't get it, and he doubts he'll stop worrying, but he's happy that Jason wants him to stay, so he does. He won't go. Not for now.

"I won't go."

He mumbles to him, resting back against Jason. He's bone deep tired by this point, not realizing really how much he hasn't rested until he's able to have that comfort. This happens a decent amount of the time, Clarke will be hyperactive and talkative for a few days, then come home exhausted and drop like a fly.

He's not very good at sleeping the amount his brain needs, and he'll also forget to get sun somedays, staying in Gotham or inside with Jason for a whole day and wondering why he feels like shit. Most of the time he just can't sleep, so he'll give up and just lay still so he doesn't disturb Jason.

"You wanna go sleep?"

He asks softly, combing his hands through Clarke's hair still. The man seems tired and Jason only feels more guilty that he had to look after him. He hates it, that he was such a burden after Clarke was just in space after a mission. He's so fucking selfish. It's just been so long since he's let himself break, let himself fall apart.

He loves Clarke being around, he really does but the constant eyes on him make him only feel like he has to hide everything away constantly, pushing everything in the corner until it's too much. Then Clarke was gone and everything with the bats– He just couldn't hold it any longer.

"Come with me?"

He asks, not wanting to be alone really. Jason always helps him sleep better, even if he's still a bit of a restless sleeper. Clarke doesn't really care if he wakes up a few times, Jason always makes it easier to fall back asleep.

Especially when he has those shitty nightmares of being trapped again, he'll wake up and be with him. Not alone in some shitty apartment, or alone in his bedroom on Earth Prime (but not actually Earth Prime) he'll be with Jason. That's all he wants really.

Jason says softly, moving to cup Clarke's face with both hands and brushing his thumbs under the man's eyes, noting the exhaustion in them. He only feels more guilty seeing it, the pain and worry he caused.

He moves to press a kiss to Clarke's forehead before putting his hands on Clarke's, guiding him to let go of Jason. When he does he stands up, stretching a bit and frowning at the bandages on his arms. He walks over to the door, unlocking it and taking his clothes out of the closet.

"Just gonna take a shower and everything. Wait for me?"

Clarke mumbles, yawning a little and letting Jason stand even though he feels a rush of disappointment at the loss. He picks up his cuffs from the ground, looking around the living room quickly before cleaning everything up in less than a second.

He looks back over to Jason, now holding his cuffs and Jason's jacket and belt. He stares with wide eyes that make him almost look clueless.

"Okay...I'll wait, you um...take your time."

He says with a small smile. Clarke still looks fairly tired, but he ignores it to walk into the bedroom and put his cuffs with his chest plate and throw them in the corner, as well as putting Jason's things away for him.

Without checking if Jason has actually gone into the bathroom or not he starts unzipping his suit and taking it off, as well as popping off his boots and the metal cuffs around his ankles. At the end he's only in boxers.

"No peeking."

He murmurs, stopping Clarke as he enters the room to kiss him on the cheek before walking over to the bedroom. It's become a habit really, for Jason to just say that when he goes to the bathroom or changes. He doesn't like people watching him like that and if he asks Clarke usually doesn't look at least to Jason's knowledge. It just gives him some sense of control over it all.

He goes into the bathroom and first taking the bandages off first and looking at the wounds. Definitely from himself. He's done this before and given how straight the line is it wasn't done against his will or anything unless he just let it happen. That part of the night is blurry and he doesn't want to think about it right now.

Jason just hops into the shower with the lights off, washing away some of the blood from his skin and hair, scrubbing the skin a bit to try feel clean again even though he knows what he did last night. After that he redoes the bandages and gets ready for bed.

He lets Jason lean against him, leaning his head onto the others head. He's reading an old Superman issue, one of the ones that would have come out when he was growing up. He loves modern comics, but the older ones hold some nostalgia for him that he can't replicate anymore, considering his earth is gone.

It's of course, not any of the one's he read as a child, considering it's about Superman and not about Clark Kent, mild mannered reporter who is also Superman, because no comic writer in this universe knows who the man actually is. It's mostly centered around Kal-El, and some made up space adventures that are a bit tacky, but he enjoys it nonetheless. The endless stacks of comics they have back at the store feels like a weird 4th walling breaking effect in its own, considering how often it's either wrong or right on the money with things.

He sets the comic down though, considering he's already read it. Sometimes he'll just bring some of his comics to read while Jason reads his novels, and they'll lay together in silence for a bit. Clarke likes it, and it gives him the time to do that research his manager wants him to be doing.

"Hi..."

He always like romantic stories more or poetry, things grounded in a normal life, a life he'll never have where the biggest problem the characters have is getting to live with the person they love or having just some normal job. Stuff like that is closer to the realm of fantasy and impossibility then any fantasy book.

Jason opens his eyes again when Clarke puts the comic back, turning his head towards the man and smiling softly when he presses his lips against Jason's still warm skin considering the fact he usually showers in burning hot showers.

"Hi.."

"Thank you."

Is all he says, holding Jason close and allowing himself to relax again, being near Jason and being safe. He feels a relief he hasn't had in ages and it's not something he particularly wants to lose.

He isn't sure what to respond to that or why Clarke is thanking him. Jason hasn't done anything to deserve that, all he's done is make things worse for him and worry him and just been a burden. Why would the man thank him for that?

Jason waits a bit for Clarke to relax and when he's probably at least half asleep before moving to just kiss the other on the neck, sighing softly.

"I love you too."

Clarke hadn't questioned Jason not responding when he had said it before, he knows that's hard and he might have been a bit over eager and he recognized that. Clarke didn't want to pressure Jason into saying something he didn't mean, and Clarke knows he isn't easy to love.

But Jason said it anyways, and Clarke melts into that feeling, just existing in it and letting it wash over him. Jason loves him. He really loves him. Part of him wants to cry at that immediately, but he holds his emotions back, instead listening to Jason's heartbeat and continuing to purr at the comfort of it all.

He's alone on this fucking planet. He didn't realise how much he hated that till someone actually filled that hole and then just left.. again. Didn't he promise something to himself along the lines of that he would never get close to anyone again after.. everything. He never does keep his promises to himself. Jason always gets too close and he ends up hurting people and being hurt. Stupid.

He's honestly pathetic for this and being dramatic, a problem. People don't keep problems around. Jason was patrolling more since Clarke wasn't there and ran into a certain bat. Wait, no he doesn't want to think of that, right. It's loud nearby he realises again, bringing his arms up to his ears to cover them before realising they are bleeding. Huh. Oh, right. He was at a club, right now. Nearby. Doesn't matter.

He wanted to take his mind off things and since the cute alien that left wasn't around and said he'd be back... he'd be back... Jason doesn't remember but not today. Is it even the same day? He doesn't want to look outside because it's probably bright. Or maybe not. He doesn't know, he doesn't know anything.

Jason ordered some drinks.. well, not some. Maybe a few bottles? He isn't sure. He stole a few drinks, some other drugs too, anything he could get his hands on. He thinks someone spiked his drink. He knows someone spiked his drink, he watched them and didn't do anything. He watched the same person spike someone else's drink and stole that too.

Then he thinks he got kicked out? That's why he's here? He thinks there was also someone else who might have brought him to this room near the club. Whoever or whatever it was isn't here right now. Jason doesn't know anything. No, wait, he does. His heart isn't beating. Or maybe it's too weak? He still didn't figure out why his arms are bleeding.. That's for future Jason to worry about, he'll probably wait for.. whatever.

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Clarke is finally done dealing with this stupid invasion. Seriously, why did they need to send that many aliens at him? None of the others in the JL (if Clarke even counts as a member and not some...asset or whatever. They don't really seem to like him anyways.) decided to help him, so he had to work at it single handedly, which then ended with him actually going to space and wrecking the fuckers up. He did it though, and he's fairly certain he double checked for any comeback troupes or ways they could have latched some hivemind disease or whatever onto earth. Clarke didn't want to have to deal with that honestly, he finds the repetetive nature cheap.

So, he's finally free from Superman duties, and after doing a quick sweep of Metropolis and making sure Luthor isn't deciding to send robots after anyone or whatever, he makes his way back to Gotham. He didn't really check to see where Jason was initially, too tired and just going to his apartment. He's not there however, so he reaches out with super hearing to listen for his heartbeat, which he can't hear either...what? Did he die again? Did something happen?

Clarke frowns to himself before searching harder with both x-ray vision and hearing, and eventually he finds the man in a club. He doesn't look good and Clarke feels a weird anxiety in him that he doesn't usually feel. He speeds over there, not really thinking about changing or anything before he's already half-way there, so he just hauls off his chest plate to hide nearby with his cape, considering the pieces are attached, and throws on a jacket. His ankle and arm cuffs are still on, but he's in a bit of a rush so he doesn't really care.

He finds Jason eventually and approaches slowly since he doesn't seem...all there.

"Jay? Babe? Are you okay?"

He says, looking him over, x-raying for a moment too to see if he has any internal damage. He doesn't seem well, that's all Clarke can really gather.

"What happened?"

His face is flushed from the alcohol and whatever else he had, eyes droopy and barely open. They're glowing green, probably because he's dead. Kinda. Dead people don't feel things they are just kinda dead and he would know! He had a jacket on but that was thrown somewhere in a corner nearby. He doesn't remember if he did that or someone else.

The shirt he has underneath is white, well, was. The sleeves are rolled up and his forearm is cut vertically from under the elbow to his wrists, similar to blood letting though they stopped bleeding by now. Basically, he's a wreck laying on a bed with blood matted in his hair.

When he sees Clarke his eyes barely open anymore, scanning the man as much as he can with his blurry vision. Huh, weird. Usually he doesn't hallucinate much but when he does it's a certain clown or maybe his trainers or a certain bat he's not supposed to think about. Either way it's not someone who's nice to him and Clarke is really nice, nicer than most people and nicer than he deserves.

Clarke shakes his arms out a bit before grabbing what looks to be Jason's jacket from the corner and walking back over. The bleeding on his arms look bad...Clarke tries to think of whatever minimal medical knowledge he has, considering he's never really had to treat his wounds before. He thinks he needs to stop the bleeding but he's unsure how to do that where they are. Jason doesn't even acknowledge him, so he crouches down in front of him, moving to touch his shoulder lightly, so the man will at least look at him.

"Jay...we- we should get you out of here..okay?"

He says, moving to put Jason's jacket over his shoulders. He sees a discarded belt a few feet away as well and pauses a little. Clarke bites his tongue and looks back at Jason before grabbing that as well. He's pretty sure it's Jason's since the man only has a few different belts anyways, which does nothing to stop the anxious feeling deep in Clarke's stomach. He rolls it up a bit and tucks it in his pocket for now, the jacket he stole is fairly big anyways. He's still in his suit, but without the chest plate and cape, it looks a bit awkward.

"Gotta get you somewhere safe, um...you have a safehouse a block away from here, or I can fly you home. How about that?"

He flinches when he's touched, full on and makes a small sound akin to a whine. He doesn't even react beyond that for a while, instinct. Jason doesn't really process that the touch means something until a few seconds later when he glances back over to Clarke.

He watches what the man does though it's blurry and kinda makes him feel nauseous which makes him feel panicked. He isn't breathing anyways. Clarke looks nervous and after a few seconds Jason goes to grab onto the man's wrist, much tighter than he usually would like he's trying to squeeze the life out of it.

"When'd you come back..?"

Jason mumbles, the words slurred together and so soft a normal person wouldn't have heard it.

"Sorry."

His eyes widen at the touch on his wrist, letting it happen and trying to be careful not to do anything that hurts Jason at all. It's much more pressure than how Jason usually is, but it's not like it hurts. It feels desperate in a way that worries Clarke even more.

"Uh...few minutes ago. Went looking for you but you weren't home- got uh- worried, I-I guess."

Clarke starts to explain, pausing a bit and chewing on his bottom lip as he tries to think. He needs to not freak out right now, because something's wrong, and Jason is bleeding, and it's all really wrong.

"Don't- you don't have to apologize...just uh, come on, I gotta get you out of here, sweetheart."

He says, trying to smile and be comforting. He tries to come closer, thinking things through a bit. The speed and flying might make Jason nauseous, but Clarke wants to at least get them out of here quickly and efficiently, so the wounds don't get worse.

"Um...Hold on tight, okay?"

Even though he's the one who asked the question he doesn't fully understand what Clarke is saying or really at all though he is looking into the mans eyes, for what they both don't know.

He frowns at the pet name, something he'd usually find endearing but in this context makes him feel uncomfortable, like a trick. Is he sure this isn't a hallucination?

"Why'd you.. call me that?"

Jason mumbles, more of an internal thought that slipped out through half baked syllables. He makes a sound of surprise when picked up, something uncharacteristic for Jason, not sure what to do and looking a bit wide eyed.

"Did you just pick me up?"

"Well, you're sweet...and I like you."

Clarke says, deciding that's probably the best he can come up with. He needs to get them somewhere safe. The safehouse would be quicker but it really doesn't matter with how fast Clarke can get them down the streets back to Crime Alley anyways, so he decides it'll be better just to go home.

"Yes, yes I did. This might be a bit much, and a bit fast so just uhh...might be better to close your eyes and hold onto me, okay? I've got you though, promise. You'll be safe with me, Jay."

He's nervous, but focusing on the task of just getting Jason back to the apartment is enough to calm himself down a little as he flies above the building, he looks around to try to remember the way back, now in the night air while holding Jason close.

"Ready?"

He doesn't really process the middle of that, the reassurance being what he latches onto. Safe. He isn't sure if he believes it, the feeling of hands on his skin feeling all too real and he doesn't mean just Clarke's which he remembers are holding him.. He's in someone's arms. Jason lets out a small sob at that realisation, once again Jason typically wouldn't do.

He hasn't been held since he died, not like this, not so gently like he's something precious. He isn't, no. Precious things aren't dirty and broken. But he's being held like that. Jason doesn't realise it but tears start rolling down his flushed cheeks just at that thought, that he would even fit in someone's arms.

"Hey- hey...woah uh- it's okay. I'm gonna get you home, It's alright."

He says a bit quickly, not understanding why the man is crying right now exactly, but he seems bad and out of it, so maybe that's why. Clarke hums a little, feeling the man rest against him more and sighing. He's probably drunk, and Clarke can smell cigarettes off of him, reminding him a bit of his childhood, since his father would smoke after work a lot. But now it just somewhat concerns him.

"Okay...just uh...hold on, I got you."

He says, before speeding off towards the apartment, landing on the fire escape gently. It only takes a few seconds to get there, but he takes a second to at least make sure the movement wasn't too much, before looking at the window.

Jason has an intricate security system in place and all, but Clarke doesn't know how to work it, and he doubts Jason would be able to right now, so he shoots the thing with his laser vision and prays that Jason won't kill him when he's feeling better.

He flinches when Clarke uses his laser vision on the security system which is only triggered by Clarke destroying. He glares at the man with droopy, green eyes though it's more than a pout than anything else. Jason moves to get out of Clarke's arms, doing a few manoeuvres to get out before standing on his feet and walking over to the system to turn it off.

He turns his glare to the thing instead, resting his arm on the wall to lean on to keep himself up. For someone who's absolutely wasted and also drugged he actually walks fairly fine though he's more slumped than Jason would allow himself to be.Jason manages to turn it off despite everything, squinting at the thing a few times. His vision being all blurry and weird doesn't help and he gets a bit frustrated but turns it off.

Clarke mumbles a little as Jason gets down, allowing him to and floating to the ground and watching him with concern. He walks over as well, moving to hold onto Jason a bit when he's done turning the system off, moving to look at him and the wounds as he sets the belt and jacket down on the couch.

"C'mon...I gotta treat your wounds."

He says. He's pretty sure he should disinfect them and wrap them, and Clarke thinks he can do that, at least. He scans the apartment with x-ray vision to find the med kit in the bathroom, leading Jason to sit on the couch for now.

"Gimme a sec."

He zooms off for a moment, also leaving the apartment for a second to grab where he left his chest plate and discarding that in Jason's bedroom, though whenever Clarke is here, which since he slept over for the first time has been fairly constantly, they share the bed in here. It's comforting, and because of that Clarke's clothes and some comics and such have found new homes among Jason's things.

Though since Jason likes things organized his comics have mostly ended up stacked on the bedside table by the side of the bed that Clarke typically sleeps on, and his clothes are in the closet.

He gets the med kit and appears back in the living room, having been gone for only a few seconds really. He opens the kit and looks things over a bit, taking off the stolen jacket and throwing it to the side a bit carelessly, now just in his silver cuffs and body suit.

He spots the jacket nearby and starts looking through it, trying to see if what he thinks happened really did. His movements are uncoordinated though so he doesn't have much luck.

Before he can actually check Clarke is.. gone. Jason looks around, unable to find the man and lets out a small sob, the tears that just stopped flowing starting up again. Was he really hallucinating the man? But he- Who brought him here then? Did he bring himself here?

The second Clarke comes back Jason stands up and goes to grip the man's clothes, leaning in as close as he can and scanning him to make sure he's real.

"Why'd you leave me?"

"Hey- woah, it's alright, I'm here. I just left to grab the medkit and my chest plate...it's okay, I'm here, I've got you."

He says a little softly, moving to cup Jason's cheek and wiping the tears a bit. Clarke's mostly used to being the more clingy one, per se, so he hadn't really expected this. But if Jason needs him here he'll stay, he never really wants to leave anyways, and it was annoying as hell to be away in space for a few days, as well as working in Metropolis as well.

He goes about picking Jason up a bit to bring him back to the couch, and sitting down next to him, moving to get the kit, but keeping one hand on Jason's arm, both so he can look at the wound and so he can just hold onto the other.

Clarke goes back to the kit again, taking out what is read as disinfectant. He hopes that means he's supposed to put that on the wound then. There's also some gauze, so he uses to that to clean up some of the blood around it, trying to be careful.

"Uh...tell me if I hurt you- I don't...want to."

It's so selfish and he knows that but right now he just doesn't have it in him to care and needs the comfort or he thinks he'll die and no one will care enough to bring him back this time. He wishes that was the case if no one even cares about him. What's the point then?

His face scrunches up a bit when Clarke wipes the tears away, more than normal and it's a bit of a childish expression. He didn't he notice he was crying till then, his face numb. He looks around when he's put down before on instinct curling up and hiding his face in Clarke's neck, his breathing still a bit shallow but there.

He watches as Clarke cleans up his arms, remembering that the injuries are there in the first place. Did he do that— His arms are littered in scars, mostly knife wounds. They aren't uniform, more like slashes but Jason knows he did those.

From the appearance alone no one would know what he did. The part under the elbow is also extremely scarred being where a artery is. There are some burns and everything too but those were actually from a fight. Mostly anyways.

"Why?"

Clarke explains a bit, a little confused by the question but moves to clean the wounds with disinfectant. He understands why humans have to disinfect their wounds, but he always forgets that it's a whole thing they have to worry about.

Under the yellow sun Clarke doesn't really get sick or anything, and he rarely even gets hurt enough to draw blood. He got a nose bleed in space from being hit with a very big spaceship to the face, and that's the most damage he's gotten dealt since he started working as a hero.

But he knows pain hurts, he's felt that before, and he doesn't like the fact Jason is hurt, or was hurt by someone- if he thinks about that for too long his vision will start burning again and he needs to focus on helping Jason.

He pauses to switch out the gauze for the second arm, trying to be as gentle as possible. Once he's done he moves to look for bandages, going to put a hand in Jason's hair, delicately running his fingers through his curls as he lays against him.

"Does...you heal fast...so- right okay uh..."

Jason huffs, mumbling a little and hiding himself further in Clarke’s neck. He doesn’t agree with any of that. If Jason deserves anything.. he deserves to be hurt. He doesn’t deserve this kindness though yet he selfishly continues to take it. Clarke has never hurt him, Jason wouldn’t mind if he did. If he did Jason probably deserves it.

He hardly notices the sting of the disinfectant, mostly just slumped on the other and letting them do whatever they want to Jason. He doesn’t care as long as Clarke stays. The second one arm is finished being disinfected he moves to grab a fist full of the others clothes like any attempt he makes could stop Clarke from leaving.

His hand moves up to Clarke’s neck and then jaw, just tracing the other’s features. His vision is blurry right now but he was taught how to see without his eyes essentially. All-Caste or whatever. That doesn’t matter to him right now.

“Clarke..”

Clarke shrugs. He guesses he's nicer with Jason than he's used to being with people after so long, but Clarke would never see himself as something like that, a nice person. He's not, not really. He's hurt so many people, that's not nice at all.

Clarke freezes a bit at the touch, glancing at Jason and away from what he's doing, confused by it really. He opens his mouth to say something before closing it, feeling a bit flustered and attempting to focus back on the task of taking out the bandages.

He's not entirely sure what to do, Jason doesn't tend to be the one to initiate contact like this, and it does throw Clarke off a bit, but he doesn't shy away from it, if Jason wants to touch him he's fine with that. He's not sure there's anything Jason could do that Clarke wouldn't be fine with.

He hums a bit at the mention of his name. He doesn't know if he'll ever be used to Jason actually calling him by his name and not Prime, or CK, or anything similar to that. He's used to most people on this earth calling him by different aliases. He doesn't really get to be Clarke anywhere else than with Jason. Clarke looks at him.

"Y-Yeah? Is something wrong?"

"You are nice."

He just ends up leaving it at that, insistent on that part at least. Despite what people think he does believe in redemption and Clarke is trying to be better. He isn't like Jason, some scum of the earth who should be dead like the people he puts down. Plus he's nice to him..

"Why'd you bring me back..?"

He asks, moving his hand to trace across Clarke's cheek to his nose and then up his nose bridge. He wants to map out the man's features with his hands if he can't see them clearly right now. His face is still tucked away in Clarke's neck, so close that his lips are almost touching it. He isn't looking at Clarke while he asks either, not with his eyes at least.

They've definitely become more affectionate with each other over the weeks they've known each other, maybe closer to a month now, but Clarke still isn't used to the times when Jason seems to reach out for him, like he isn't expecting the flirting or affection to be...mutual. He forgets a lot that Jason doesn't just tolerate him. He honestly still doesn't fully believe that Jason doesn't.

He pauses at the question before taking a breath and going back towards the bandages, trying to think of what to say to that. Truthfully, he didn't mean to. Truthfully, he doesn't even know which punch to the fabric of the timeline did it, but something he did pulled the switch, something he did changed things. He's just unsure when or why.

"I don't think we...should talk about this while you're out of it, Babe."

He usually doesn't initiate physical contact at least not without a reason or when he feels like it's been prompted in some way. He doesn't want to cross any boundaries and part of him is so scared that he'll be rejected, that his hand will be slapped away or he'll make Clarke uncomfortable. Nothing like that has happened yet at least.

He makes a small whining sound when Clarke starts bandaging his arms again, looking down at what he's doing. He doesn't process why Clarke is bandaging his arms, just that he's wrapping them with the bandages for.. some reason. He can barely think right now so he isn't sure why.

" 'm fine.. Please tell me."

"It's uh...It's okay...I'm almost done."

He mumbles a bit, finishing wrapping the bandages and sighing at Jason's response, moving to put the roll back in the kit and closing it. He looks Jason over again, just to be sure he's not bleeding anywhere else before sitting back and holding him close. He thinks for a good moment, not responding.

"I...I don't know, Jay. It's- well, I mean...I never even knew I could do stuff like that, and there was someone else- he...he wanted me to k-keep doing it...for whatever reason he wanted me to...I'm not sure what I did to make it happen. But I think- I think it's good you're back, either way. I want you here, it doesn't matter the why I just...I want you to be here now."

Clarke tries to explain but his tone sounds uncomfortable, softer too, which is somewhat unlike him, his voice cracks at the mention of the unknown person, or Alex. God, he doesn't want to think about Alex, it always makes him feel uncomfortable and confused, he hasn't even mentioned him fully to Jason before and he just...he can't. Not right now.

He was born a mistake and came back a mistake, how pathetic. He.. he thinks back to Sheila, something he usually wouldn't do, how happy he was to have finally found her, his mom. Was everything she said a lie? With Jason's dad? One thing is for certain that she never wanted him. No one has wanted him. The only people he think ever wanted him were his parents, his real parents, Catherine and Willis. Even then he was just a burden.

Bruce only wanted him around for Robin, Talia only took him in and revived him because of Bruce and the fact that he can't even think of anyone else makes this all the more pathetic. If he was just some universal fuck up why is he here? He never wanted to be a vigilante, a criminal or anything. He just wanted to survive back then. He wishes he died on those streets.

"You shouldn't have."

Clarke says, moving to hold Jason still, trying to bring his hands away from his face while still controlling his strength so he doesn't hurt him, because God, he never wants that to happen again.

"You're the best thing that's happened to me in ages I...you deserve to be okay, to be here you... I-I never meant for all of this to happen, I'm sorry if I- If I made you suffer, or if-If it's selfish but I just...I just love you, Jason. I don't want you to die."

Clarke says, moving to cup Jason's cheeks as he rambles, so the man will look at him at least. This is why he didn't want to talk about this now, because he knows Jason is too out of it to really understand what he's saying but he needs him to. He needs him to hear him, to know what he's saying.

"I couldn't...live with myself if you were gone...I-"

He pauses, not really realizing that he felt that way until the words are tumbling out of his mouth. Because it's true, he doesn't want to be in a world where Jason is dead, and the emotion is so strong and true that it's overwhelming and he moves to rest his forehead against Jason's.

He tenses a bit when Clarke cups his face, expecting pain before blinking them back open to look at the man. The tears don't help with how blurry and unfocused the man looks. He tries to follow along with what Clarke is saying though it's hard but he.. honestly just feels like crying more because if Clarke isn't lying then he wants him here. Someone actually wants him around for some stupid reason.

Jason isn't even sure if he believes it fully but right now he can barely think past that one thing, that someone wants him around. He doesn't think he's ever had that, not really, not without feeling like he's just playing pretend. He knows he doesn't deserve it either but still. Maybe he's still being selfish but that's all he wants.

He can think about a lot of reasons why people would want him dead, why people should want him dead, why he should be dead but he can't think of them right now in this very moment. Jason moves to bring his hands up hesitantly, tracing the skin under Clarke's eyes before slowly moving closer and just pressing their lips together, just for a few seconds before bowing his head.

"Do you hate me?"

He freezes at the question, eyes widening. His hands are still cupping his cheeks and he immediately shakes his head.

"No- no, god no. I could never hate you..."

Clarke says quickly, though it comes to him as naturally as breathing. How could he? Jason is...amazing. How could he ever hate the man who's done so much for him, who's been here for him. Who doesn't care about who Clarke was before? That's all Clarke could truly ask for. That lack of judgement.

He doesn't find himself thinking of comic book troupes or romance fanfiction, he doesn't think about a league of heroes after him, wanting him dead and locking him away, he doesn't think about all the bad things that have happened, the prisons and torture. All he does is hold Jason to him, close yet not too tightly. Like he's something fragile yet precious.

"Quite the opposite actually."

He smiles softly at the last part, the first time he's really smiled during this whole ideal. He finds his eyelids drooping a bit, too tired to continue fighting the drugs now that he has his answer, now that he's safe.

"Don't leave."

He mumbles, moving to rest back tucked under Clarke's neck, closing his eyes and just breathing a bit. His arms fall back to Clarke's shoulders, wrapping themselves around him protectively in a way that's really just Jason clinging onto him, desperate for him not to leave.

Clarke says softly, holding the man softly, laying them both back down against the couch. It might be a little uncomfortable, but Clarke can deal with that. For now, he just wants to stay still enough that he won't wake the man, since they had run into that problem a few times already.

Jason is a very light sleeper, and Clarke can't sleep for more than two hours or so before waking up, which then wakes the other up. Clarke always feels horrible, since he knows Jason definitely needs the sleep more than him, considering Clarke can survive without it, even though it makes him feel a bit insane and drained.

He stares up at the ceiling for a while, before eventually drifting off himself, with the pressure of Jason on top of him and the knowledge he's there and safe, even though the entire night has felt...all over the place. But Clarke's been away for a while, and hasn't really slept much for the time he's been gone, so it does come a bit easier this time.

Jason wakes up with a start, letting out a choked scream out before pushing whoever is ontopofnexttowhyarehishandsaroundthem? off of him. He realises he's on a couch or, was on a couch when he hits the ground, gasping a bit and moving to roll over onto his stomach and lift himself up, bringing a hand over to his neck and pressing their to stop the blood flow.

"Jason? Woah- what the fuck happened?"

He says quickly, moving to him and looking the man over a bit, face looking concerned. Clarke's hair is a bit everywhere and his eyes are squinted from sleep, he doesn't know how long they were out and it takes him a second to remember what happened before they fell asleep really.

He doesn't think they slept for that long considering it's not fully day yet, but either way, he's concerned. Did some threat happen? Is Jason hurt again? What did he miss? Jason looks panicked and Clarke frowns.

"Are you hurt? Is something wrong?"

His head is still fuzzy and he's not fully in the right state of mind but he doesn't care. He doesn't remember much, just that he was at a club and.. well, he got really high and drunk. The last thing he remembers is being kicked out after stealing someone's spiked drink and getting caught. The rest is all blurry and in small bits and pieces. It might take a few days for him to fully get some of those memories back.

He tightens his grip on Clarke's clothes, repressing a hiss when his arms hurt. He only now realises his hands have a bandage wrapped around him he definitely doesnt remember doing and it's not his work, that much he can tell.

"Y– No.. I'm sorry. Wh–"

But then Jason looks at him and hugs him and Clark immediately moves to hold him, hugging him close. He makes a sobbing sound and Clarke just wants to hold him impossibly closer.

"It- it's okay, it's just me. It-It was a dream, I think. You're okay."

He says a bit hesitantly, threading his fingers through Jason's hair a little. He pauses at Jason's response and sighs a bit. Clarke just wants to make sure he's okay, after everything he just...he's not sure what to do besides just be here. The nervousness is pretty clear in his voice, that stutter he tries to hide making itself known.

"You don't have to...to say sorry. It's okay, Jason."

He wipes his face a bit, noting the blood still under his nails and left on his hands. Makes sense. Did Clarke wrap his arms? That's so sweet, he finds himself thinking. He doesn't really let anyone treat his wounds at the risk of them figuring out how he can't exactly die.

Jason pulls back a little, still in Clarke's arms mostly and just moving so he can look at the man. He looks so worried, did Jason do that. He moves to boop the man on the nose out of nowhere, smiling softly.

"You.. you came back last night? I thought you were coming back.. not then."

"Uh...um yeah. Wrapped things up in space, had to stay out there for a while, then came back and you weren't home. Found you at a club."

Clarke explains a bit with a shrug. He's not sure if he should explain everything, considering he doesn't really know what happened and thinking about it makes him want to kill people and he's unsure if he can control that right now. Besides he's not really sure how much Jason even remembers.

Part of that makes him sad considering how much he poured his heart out to the man, but part of it might be relieving. He somewhat hopes he's doesn't remember him fumbling around the explanation as to why he brought the man back.

He fidgets a bit, holding Jason's arms and looking the bandages over, he can feel the texture of it against his skin. Sometimes he used to forget how textures felt, stuck in that box with nothing besides his own body and the remains of his suit. He doesn't look Jason in the eyes, focusing down at that.

"Are...you feeling okay?"

He moves to lean against the man, finding his place in Clarke's neck like he was always meant to fit there. His breathing is still uneven and he still feels.. weird. He tries to look himself over, noting how his shirt is blood soaked.

"You did the bandages.."

He says, not as a question but a statement. Jason thinks that would make sense, it's definitely not his own work and Clarke was the one that found him so that makes sense.

Clarke answers, moving to hug him a bit where he's laying against him. Clarke's not sure what happened exactly, but he's not an idiot and he can tell it wasn't anything good, and Jason was very out of it. He's not sure if he willingly took drugs or not, and he's not really an expert in that regard nor is he some skilled detective.

He just wants Jason to be okay, and he tried his best to make sure he was. Clarke just really hopes that's enough, even though he knows it probably wasn't as good as it should have been. The bandages, what he did to make sure he was alright. He overlooked getting Jason into clean clothing, overlooked too many things.

"Do you...remember? When he got back here and everything?"

Jason says, glancing up at the other a bit. He isn't quite sure why Clarke is so worried, at least not to a full extent. He was.. wasted out of his mind and had cuts on his arms, probably from himself considering the nature of them.

He isn't used to people taking care of him like that so it makes him.. happy in a way that Clarke did that. For him. His head still hurts and his vision is still kinda blurry. It'll probably take him a day or two to fully be in his right mind. Until then though it seems he's going to be more clingy, judging by the way Jason is leaned so close to the other.

"Have you ever.. had drugs before?"

He says with a small chuckle, looking back up at the man and tracing his jaw again. He feels like it's already familiar to him but he still wants to map Clarke's face with his fingers.

Clarke mumbles a bit, he's happy Jason is holding onto him really. The feeling is comforting and makes him feel less likely to snap and freak out right now. Maybe he's just...being overdramatic.

He pauses at the question, still surprised by the touch on his face. He blushes a bit at it, eyes a little wide in a way that makes him look a bit caught of guard. He laughs a bit hesitantly at that.

"I mean...no- I was kinda imprisoned for a long time and I wasn't invited to parties or anything when I was still living on earth prime. Besides, doesn't really affect me considering the yellow sun, so I never really thought about it."

He shrugs a bit at that. He's never done any substances besides sometimes trying alcohol if his parents let him, but he never really liked it. Then when he got his powers he realized he can't get drunk or high under a yellow sun, then he was in prison and it never really crossed his mind.

"My dad used to drink a good amount, but otherwise I don't really...know much about any of that stuff, I guess. Makes me sound...lame."

He shifts a bit to rest his head on top of Clarke's shoulder to properly look at the man's face, noting how his ears turn a bit red. Jason himself has a bit of a flush to his face, his breath still smelling of alcohol and cigarettes even if it's a bit less then last night.

He knows Kryptonians can't get drunk or high at least not with normal human substances and honestly Clarke doesn't seem like the type. It's cute in a way but Jason keeps that thought to himself.

"No— It's good, never try that's my job. Sometimes you just don't remember the night at all, I'm sure it'll come back to me later."

He huffs a bit at that shaking his head a little. If that's what drugs are supposed to do he hardly thinks they're good for either of them.

"You probably shouldn't either...whatever you took at least."

He mumbles, staring down at Jason's arms a bit, stilling holding him close. He pauses at the explanation, humming.

"I guess that makes sense...I was just...wondering, that's all. Wanna be sure you're alright. If you're still tired you can sleep again, I don't mind."

"Don't worry about that.. Just a bad day, that's all."

He mumbles, keeping one hand on Clarke's chest while the other cups his face, Jason himself so close their faces are almost touching. Usually he'd pull back or feel awkward but all he wants right now is more, to get even closer and press into the other until he wont be able to leave.

Jason is aware he has a bit of a problem.. he doesn't think he's ever really been clean other than when he was brain dead and he doesn't think that counts. He promised himself as a kid that he wouldn't end up like his parents yet look at him? He's worse. He drinks, he smokes, he does drugs even if he never takes anything through a needle. He's always been a lost cause it seems.

"Hm.. You're tired?"

He looks at Jason when he comes closer to him, meeting his eyes and looking him over, brushing his hand through Jason's hair a little as he does. He feels like he can't really look away from him honestly.

"I'm fine, Jay. You're the one who's hurt."

Clarke mumbles a bit, frowning and almost seeming mad in a way akin to a stubborn child. Clarke holds onto him, not wanting to ever really let go if he's honest.

His nose scrunches up a bit when Clarke brushes his hair away, expecting something else before smiling softly and leaning into it, leaning into everything really. If there is one thing Jason will always do is lean into any touch, especially if it's from Clarke.

"I'm fine.. Shh."

He brings a finger over Clarke's lips, something more playful then he usually is and leaning in so their noses touch.

"You're staying."

"Ah... Wasn't even planning on it, babe."

He says, smiling softly. He holds Jason close, just breathing him in. Even though he still smells like substances, Clarke can still pick up on that small part of him that's just...uniquely Jason.

He shuts his eyes for a moment, just leaning against Jason. He breathes deeply, just feeling calm and relieved to be able to hold and be held after so long alone. God he hates being alone, it was bad before but now that he's had a taste of being with someone like those after so many years it's hard for him to go back.

He leans in as well, Clarke's forehead touching his cheek. Only now Jason remembers he's technically bigger than the man but finds himself not caring like he usually would. Yeah, he's bigger but he seems to fit just fine here so what else matters.

He's happy and he shuts his eyes a bit, nuzzling a little against Jason's cheek before moving to meet their lips, only briefly, hesitating a little.

He's never really gotten to be this close with someone before, sure he had Laurie, but they were rarely so affectionate with each other, mostly just liking being around each other and holding hands, a kiss on the cheek. Clarke wasn't a very adventurous teenager.

He freezes when Clarke moves, his eyes widening a bit and the grin disappearing in favour of reciprocating the kiss. Usually he'd be much more awkward but usually he wouldn't be in Clarke's lap or this close to him or grabbing on to it and Jason definitely prefers this instead.

When Clarke moves a bit back and the purring stops he frowns before leaning forward again, pressing their lips back together for longer than the last one so Clarke knows that he at least liked it and smiling when he starts purring again. It's calming in a way, grounding him too. And maybe he just finds it a bit cute. More than a bit.

"I.. kissed you last night?"

"Just for a second...apologized to me afterwards. It's okay, I didn't care."

Clarke responds, the purring stops a bit while he's talking, solely because he can't really make the sound while he is. He ducks his head a bit to kiss Jason on the cheek a little.

"You can do whatever to me, I don't care."

He whispers a bit, shrugging a little. He's not lying, but he seems a bit embarrassed by it, hiding his face in Jason's neck as he admits it. He really doesn't care, Jason could hurt him and he doesn't think he'd be mad. He's not sure there's anyone else who makes him feel that way.

But.. this time he wanted it, he wants it. Just the closeness in general and what it means. He hums happily at the kisses, taking them in and moving to run his hands through Clarke's hair.

"Oh yeah? You can too.."

"I...I don't want to hurt you though. I'm not going to- If...if I can help it."

He shrugs before touching their foreheads together, just holding Jason closely and sighing. Clarke has been pretty adamant about the whole redemption arc since the start, but he doesn't think he's really become so patient about not hurting anyone until Jason happened. Maybe Jason has just...showed him more the way that losing people hurts, he can't imagine losing Jason. He doesn't want to.

"I don't want to be that...that guy anymore."

He mumbles a little. He's usually much more confident when talking about the whole redemption thing, declaring he isn't like that anymore, that he's good now, it's rare to see those insecurities that lie beneath shine through. That he's unsure of himself, unsure of his abilities.

"I mean, I love you- I don't...shit. That- I'm sorry. Ignore that, you don't have to say anything."

"You could never hurt me. Not like that."

He says softly. The only way he thinks Clarke could hurt him isn't physical, Jason doesn't think pain like that even matters to him anymore. Pain is the only thing that reminds him he's even alive because dead people don't feel pain. If anything he enjoys it, enjoys it when he can control what's causing it at least. He deserves it anyways.

"Hm.. I like this."

Jason hums, tracing Clarke's jaw. I like you is what he doesn't say. He moves closer to the other, brushing their noses together and keeping his other arm wrapped around his neck, grabbing the longest parts of Clarke's hair. He wonders if normal scissors work on them.

"I'm- way stronger than you, Jay."

He says a bit hesitantly, almost like it's something he's ashamed of in a way. Clarke supposes at this point his strength has rarely done anything but hurt people and rip them to shreds, so really it's something to be ashamed of.

Jason speaks and Clarke blushes again, he hums a bit in response, sighing a little. He takes a breath when Jason comes closer again. He stares down, scared a little when Jason doesn't seem to answer or respond to that. Then Jason is kissing him and he's leaning into it like he needs him to live, holding him at the back, closer as he moves to put a hand on the back of Jason's hair. He purrs into it, the sound a bit softer than before and taking him a second for it to start up again. He only breaks away from the kiss when he remembers Jason has to breathe.

He keeps their foreheads pressed to each other though, still wanting to stay close to him, regardless of how desperate he feels.

"S-sorry."

Jason admits, sighing softly. He knows people can technically hurt him, that he still bleeds like a person and can still technically die like a person but the wounds always heal with at most a scar and some pain and when he dies he always comes back.

It doesn't matter, he doesn't matter. How could dying even matter if it never sticks? At most he'll be unconscious for a while and then wake up. Being hurt, being in pain, it's the same as just being alive or existing.

He just stays like that, not letting go or leaning away, keeping a hand in Clarke's hair like he has in Jason's and the other wrapped around his neck, wrapping his hands around it but not in a choking manner. He doesn't even realise he's not breathing, smiling with a small crinkle to his eyes.

"Now, why would you be sorry for that?"

"Well I uh- I-I didn't um...want to- uh...nothing. It's nothing."

He ends up saying, searching for some excuse to give, because Jason doesn't seem to be mad at him for getting so overeager. He likes this, he likes Jason. His purring stutters a little almost before he just moves to nuzzle at Jason's face again, sighing.

The hands on his throat and hair just feel comforting, he just wants to stay in Jason's hold forever really. He likes staying here, being here with him. It makes him feel good. The purring gets a bit louder when he gets closer to Jason, sighing before moving to kiss him again by the corner of his mouth. Part of him just wants to keep holding the man until he can't anymore. He doesn't want to leave ever again, not for some stupid space trip.

"I missed you...so much."

The purring is comforting and the louder it is the happier Jason feels, really. It means Clarke is happy, that he's comfortable and Jason isn't doing anything wrong. He thinks he could listen to it all day.

He recovers faster from the kiss this time, kissing Clarke back on the nose. What he is caught off guard by is what Clarke says, blinking a bit. He resists the urge to look over at the man's face and see if he's lying because.. he missed him. Jason doesn't think people miss him.

Dick didn't even know him before he died and Bruce.. Bruce doesn't want him alive. Not like this, not so broken. And really, those are the only other people he can think of but.. Clarke missed him. He missed him. He missed Jason.

"I.. I missed you too."

"Space is stupid. I understand why people hate aliens..."

He jokes a little. Honestly Clarke has always felt like he was different from humans, like he was weird in some way, he supposes that finding out he isn't even human in the first place always made sense. He's not like them, part of that just makes him feel worse. He's pushes the thought away, just wanting to be with Jason for now.

"M'sorry for leaving."

"Hm.. I dunno, aliens seem pretty great from where I'm sitting."

He says softly, tucking some of Clarke's hair back and looking at those pointy ears. He finds the alien features cute honestly though he isn't sure if it's in general or because they are on Clarke. Probably a mix of both.

"It's OK.. It wasn't your fault."

He pauses at that, purring still and ducking his head a bit. He doesn't speak for a moment, just holding Jason closely, softly like he's something precious that could break if he's not careful. He supposes that's true in a way, he could break him.

"I don't want...to leave you alone like that."

This is nice though and he doesn't feel like he's being forced to just go along and suck it up. Even if out loud he technically didn't say anything he doesn't feel like someone is using him again.

He moves to kiss Clarke on the forehead when he stops, catching his breath a bit. He's not as affectionate he supposes, just happy to be pressed against the man and near him. He hopes Clarke doesn't mind that.

"I can take care of yourself and.. if I need you I'll call you, OK?"

"If you're sure..."

He mumbles a bit, eyes shut as he leans against him and just breathes Jason in. Clarke likes the kisses and all but it's also just nice to lay with him, to lean on him and hold him. Clarke's never really had that before.

"You can call me whenever...I'll hear you if you say my name...can already listen to your heartbeat and know it's you. When it's beating at least..."

Clarke puts a hand on Jason's chest in emphasis, the touch is gentle and it's right over the man's heart, just to feel it beneath his fingers, even though it sounds pretty slow now.

He blinks a bit at that, not realising that Clarke actively tries to listen to his heart beat and can even recognise it. He knows that Kryptonians have that ability and can recognise people's heart beats but that's usually only for the most important people and Jason.. is one of those people for Clarke, wow.

He glances down when Clarke puts a hand on his chest, their foreheads still pressed together.

"Oh, Clarke.. I can't die, it's OK."

Clarke mumbles, his fingers curling a little over where it's sitting on Jason's chest. He sounds almost like a child whining. He huffs a little, frowning in a pout.

"I know you won't but I just...I don't know...you're more fragile. You can get hurt so easily and it...it's scary sometimes."

He looks down, almost like he's ashamed of feeling that way, maybe embarrassed that he's so worried in the first place. He was scared last night, scared that Jason was hurt and that something bad happened, he doesn't care that he can't die he just wants him to be okay. Maybe he's just being stupid and overdramatic again, he's not entirely sure really.

"Want you safe."

Jason tries to comfort, smiling softly seeing the pout and pecking Clarke on the lips, scared he might have done something wrong. He doesn't want Clarke or anyone to worry about him, he can take care of himself, he doesn't want to be a burden.

"I'm sorry I scared you."

He mumbles, sighing and closing his eyes, bringing his hand down from Clarke's hair to cup his cheek. He usually isn't used to people seeing him like that, he doesn't want anyone to see him like that, so out of his mind. He hates it, he hates the feeling of not thinking straight or properly, not being in control of himself.

He whispers, sighing before leaning into the kiss, kissing Jason again for a little longer afterwards. He pauses, opening his eyes when Jason speaks again. He huffs.

"It's...it's fine, Jay. It's not your fault..."

Clarke mumbles a bit, frowning and leaning into his hand and letting his eyes close for a moment. He's exhausted but he just wants to stay like this with Jason for a while longer.

He moves his face a bit away from the man, solely to hide himself in the crook of Jason's neck again, hugging him closely and shutting his eyes again, just holding him close.

Someone caring if he gets hurt for no real reason despite knowing Jason can't die is.. new to him he supposes. He doesn't really like that Clarke is worrying about him but the fact he matters is.. nice.

Jason smiles softly when Clarke nuzzles into his neck, combing his fingers through the other's hair again.

"You could never hurt me.. not in a way that matters, not like that."

"That doesn't...make any sense."

He mumbles in response, still against Jason's neck and collarbone as he speaks. He doesn't open his eyes or move from where he is, laying there and scrunching his face a bit in confusion and discomfort, not sure what Jason's trying to say but not liking what he means at all.

Clarke can hurt Jason, he can hurt him horribly. Jason matters...why would that not matter? How could Clarke not hurt him? How could he do that? Clarke doesn't want that. He takes a handful of Jason's shirt a bit, huffing.

"Why would...what are you saying?"

He didn't want to make Clarke upset or uncomfortable and he presses a kiss into his hair in an attempt to comfort him, his other hand holding one of Clarke's.

He moves his hand to Clarke's wrist, noticing the cuffs are still on and gently taking them off. Jason has done it before once when Clarke came home one time so tired he just laid down on Jason's bed without changing.

"I'm saying.. that you don't have to worry about me. Just.. stay and I'll be happy."

He's happy when Jason tells him just to stay, he still doesn't get it, and he doubts he'll stop worrying, but he's happy that Jason wants him to stay, so he does. He won't go. Not for now.

"I won't go."

He mumbles to him, resting back against Jason. He's bone deep tired by this point, not realizing really how much he hasn't rested until he's able to have that comfort. This happens a decent amount of the time, Clarke will be hyperactive and talkative for a few days, then come home exhausted and drop like a fly.

He's not very good at sleeping the amount his brain needs, and he'll also forget to get sun somedays, staying in Gotham or inside with Jason for a whole day and wondering why he feels like shit. Most of the time he just can't sleep, so he'll give up and just lay still so he doesn't disturb Jason.

"You wanna go sleep?"

He asks softly, combing his hands through Clarke's hair still. The man seems tired and Jason only feels more guilty that he had to look after him. He hates it, that he was such a burden after Clarke was just in space after a mission. He's so fucking selfish. It's just been so long since he's let himself break, let himself fall apart.

He loves Clarke being around, he really does but the constant eyes on him make him only feel like he has to hide everything away constantly, pushing everything in the corner until it's too much. Then Clarke was gone and everything with the bats– He just couldn't hold it any longer.

"Come with me?"

He asks, not wanting to be alone really. Jason always helps him sleep better, even if he's still a bit of a restless sleeper. Clarke doesn't really care if he wakes up a few times, Jason always makes it easier to fall back asleep.

Especially when he has those shitty nightmares of being trapped again, he'll wake up and be with him. Not alone in some shitty apartment, or alone in his bedroom on Earth Prime (but not actually Earth Prime) he'll be with Jason. That's all he wants really.

Jason says softly, moving to cup Clarke's face with both hands and brushing his thumbs under the man's eyes, noting the exhaustion in them. He only feels more guilty seeing it, the pain and worry he caused.

He moves to press a kiss to Clarke's forehead before putting his hands on Clarke's, guiding him to let go of Jason. When he does he stands up, stretching a bit and frowning at the bandages on his arms. He walks over to the door, unlocking it and taking his clothes out of the closet.

"Just gonna take a shower and everything. Wait for me?"

Clarke mumbles, yawning a little and letting Jason stand even though he feels a rush of disappointment at the loss. He picks up his cuffs from the ground, looking around the living room quickly before cleaning everything up in less than a second.

He looks back over to Jason, now holding his cuffs and Jason's jacket and belt. He stares with wide eyes that make him almost look clueless.

"Okay...I'll wait, you um...take your time."

He says with a small smile. Clarke still looks fairly tired, but he ignores it to walk into the bedroom and put his cuffs with his chest plate and throw them in the corner, as well as putting Jason's things away for him.

Without checking if Jason has actually gone into the bathroom or not he starts unzipping his suit and taking it off, as well as popping off his boots and the metal cuffs around his ankles. At the end he's only in boxers.

"No peeking."

He murmurs, stopping Clarke as he enters the room to kiss him on the cheek before walking over to the bedroom. It's become a habit really, for Jason to just say that when he goes to the bathroom or changes. He doesn't like people watching him like that and if he asks Clarke usually doesn't look at least to Jason's knowledge. It just gives him some sense of control over it all.

He goes into the bathroom and first taking the bandages off first and looking at the wounds. Definitely from himself. He's done this before and given how straight the line is it wasn't done against his will or anything unless he just let it happen. That part of the night is blurry and he doesn't want to think about it right now.

Jason just hops into the shower with the lights off, washing away some of the blood from his skin and hair, scrubbing the skin a bit to try feel clean again even though he knows what he did last night. After that he redoes the bandages and gets ready for bed.

He lets Jason lean against him, leaning his head onto the others head. He's reading an old Superman issue, one of the ones that would have come out when he was growing up. He loves modern comics, but the older ones hold some nostalgia for him that he can't replicate anymore, considering his earth is gone.

It's of course, not any of the one's he read as a child, considering it's about Superman and not about Clark Kent, mild mannered reporter who is also Superman, because no comic writer in this universe knows who the man actually is. It's mostly centered around Kal-El, and some made up space adventures that are a bit tacky, but he enjoys it nonetheless. The endless stacks of comics they have back at the store feels like a weird 4th walling breaking effect in its own, considering how often it's either wrong or right on the money with things.

He sets the comic down though, considering he's already read it. Sometimes he'll just bring some of his comics to read while Jason reads his novels, and they'll lay together in silence for a bit. Clarke likes it, and it gives him the time to do that research his manager wants him to be doing.

"Hi..."

He always like romantic stories more or poetry, things grounded in a normal life, a life he'll never have where the biggest problem the characters have is getting to live with the person they love or having just some normal job. Stuff like that is closer to the realm of fantasy and impossibility then any fantasy book.

Jason opens his eyes again when Clarke puts the comic back, turning his head towards the man and smiling softly when he presses his lips against Jason's still warm skin considering the fact he usually showers in burning hot showers.

"Hi.."

"Thank you."

Is all he says, holding Jason close and allowing himself to relax again, being near Jason and being safe. He feels a relief he hasn't had in ages and it's not something he particularly wants to lose.

He's alone on this fucking planet. He didn't realise how much he hated that till someone actually filled that hole and then just left.. again. Didn't he promise something to himself along the lines of that he would never get close to anyone again after.. everything. He never does keep his promises to himself. Jason always gets too close and he ends up hurting people and being hurt. Stupid.

He's honestly pathetic for this and being dramatic, a problem. People don't keep problems around. Jason was patrolling more since Clarke wasn't there and ran into a certain bat. Wait, no he doesn't want to think of that, right. It's loud nearby he realises again, bringing his arms up to his ears to cover them before realising they are bleeding. Huh. Oh, right. He was at a club, right now. Nearby. Doesn't matter.

He wanted to take his mind off things and since the cute alien that left wasn't around and said he'd be back... he'd be back... Jason doesn't remember but not today. Is it even the same day? He doesn't want to look outside because it's probably bright. Or maybe not. He doesn't know, he doesn't know anything.

Jason ordered some drinks.. well, not some. Maybe a few bottles? He isn't sure. He stole a few drinks, some other drugs too, anything he could get his hands on. He thinks someone spiked his drink. He knows someone spiked his drink, he watched them and didn't do anything. He watched the same person spike someone else's drink and stole that too.

Then he thinks he got kicked out? That's why he's here? He thinks there was also someone else who might have brought him to this room near the club. Whoever or whatever it was isn't here right now. Jason doesn't know anything. No, wait, he does. His heart isn't beating. Or maybe it's too weak? He still didn't figure out why his arms are bleeding.. That's for future Jason to worry about, he'll probably wait for.. whatever.

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Clarke is finally done dealing with this stupid invasion. Seriously, why did they need to send that many aliens at him? None of the others in the JL (if Clarke even counts as a member and not some...asset or whatever. They don't really seem to like him anyways.) decided to help him, so he had to work at it single handedly, which then ended with him actually going to space and wrecking the fuckers up. He did it though, and he's fairly certain he double checked for any comeback troupes or ways they could have latched some hivemind disease or whatever onto earth. Clarke didn't want to have to deal with that honestly, he finds the repetetive nature cheap.

So, he's finally free from Superman duties, and after doing a quick sweep of Metropolis and making sure Luthor isn't deciding to send robots after anyone or whatever, he makes his way back to Gotham. He didn't really check to see where Jason was initially, too tired and just going to his apartment. He's not there however, so he reaches out with super hearing to listen for his heartbeat, which he can't hear either...what? Did he die again? Did something happen?

Clarke frowns to himself before searching harder with both x-ray vision and hearing, and eventually he finds the man in a club. He doesn't look good and Clarke feels a weird anxiety in him that he doesn't usually feel. He speeds over there, not really thinking about changing or anything before he's already half-way there, so he just hauls off his chest plate to hide nearby with his cape, considering the pieces are attached, and throws on a jacket. His ankle and arm cuffs are still on, but he's in a bit of a rush so he doesn't really care.

He finds Jason eventually and approaches slowly since he doesn't seem...all there.

"Jay? Babe? Are you okay?"

He says, looking him over, x-raying for a moment too to see if he has any internal damage. He doesn't seem well, that's all Clarke can really gather.

"What happened?"

His face is flushed from the alcohol and whatever else he had, eyes droopy and barely open. They're glowing green, probably because he's dead. Kinda. Dead people don't feel things they are just kinda dead and he would know! He had a jacket on but that was thrown somewhere in a corner nearby. He doesn't remember if he did that or someone else.

The shirt he has underneath is white, well, was. The sleeves are rolled up and his forearm is cut vertically from under the elbow to his wrists, similar to blood letting though they stopped bleeding by now. Basically, he's a wreck laying on a bed with blood matted in his hair.

When he sees Clarke his eyes barely open anymore, scanning the man as much as he can with his blurry vision. Huh, weird. Usually he doesn't hallucinate much but when he does it's a certain clown or maybe his trainers or a certain bat he's not supposed to think about. Either way it's not someone who's nice to him and Clarke is really nice, nicer than most people and nicer than he deserves.

Clarke shakes his arms out a bit before grabbing what looks to be Jason's jacket from the corner and walking back over. The bleeding on his arms look bad...Clarke tries to think of whatever minimal medical knowledge he has, considering he's never really had to treat his wounds before. He thinks he needs to stop the bleeding but he's unsure how to do that where they are. Jason doesn't even acknowledge him, so he crouches down in front of him, moving to touch his shoulder lightly, so the man will at least look at him.

"Jay...we- we should get you out of here..okay?"

He says, moving to put Jason's jacket over his shoulders. He sees a discarded belt a few feet away as well and pauses a little. Clarke bites his tongue and looks back at Jason before grabbing that as well. He's pretty sure it's Jason's since the man only has a few different belts anyways, which does nothing to stop the anxious feeling deep in Clarke's stomach. He rolls it up a bit and tucks it in his pocket for now, the jacket he stole is fairly big anyways. He's still in his suit, but without the chest plate and cape, it looks a bit awkward.

"Gotta get you somewhere safe, um...you have a safehouse a block away from here, or I can fly you home. How about that?"

He flinches when he's touched, full on and makes a small sound akin to a whine. He doesn't even react beyond that for a while, instinct. Jason doesn't really process that the touch means something until a few seconds later when he glances back over to Clarke.

He watches what the man does though it's blurry and kinda makes him feel nauseous which makes him feel panicked. He isn't breathing anyways. Clarke looks nervous and after a few seconds Jason goes to grab onto the man's wrist, much tighter than he usually would like he's trying to squeeze the life out of it.

"When'd you come back..?"

Jason mumbles, the words slurred together and so soft a normal person wouldn't have heard it.

"Sorry."

His eyes widen at the touch on his wrist, letting it happen and trying to be careful not to do anything that hurts Jason at all. It's much more pressure than how Jason usually is, but it's not like it hurts. It feels desperate in a way that worries Clarke even more.

"Uh...few minutes ago. Went looking for you but you weren't home- got uh- worried, I-I guess."

Clarke starts to explain, pausing a bit and chewing on his bottom lip as he tries to think. He needs to not freak out right now, because something's wrong, and Jason is bleeding, and it's all really wrong.

"Don't- you don't have to apologize...just uh, come on, I gotta get you out of here, sweetheart."

He says, trying to smile and be comforting. He tries to come closer, thinking things through a bit. The speed and flying might make Jason nauseous, but Clarke wants to at least get them out of here quickly and efficiently, so the wounds don't get worse.

"Um...Hold on tight, okay?"

Even though he's the one who asked the question he doesn't fully understand what Clarke is saying or really at all though he is looking into the mans eyes, for what they both don't know.

He frowns at the pet name, something he'd usually find endearing but in this context makes him feel uncomfortable, like a trick. Is he sure this isn't a hallucination?

"Why'd you.. call me that?"

Jason mumbles, more of an internal thought that slipped out through half baked syllables. He makes a sound of surprise when picked up, something uncharacteristic for Jason, not sure what to do and looking a bit wide eyed.

"Did you just pick me up?"

"Well, you're sweet...and I like you."

Clarke says, deciding that's probably the best he can come up with. He needs to get them somewhere safe. The safehouse would be quicker but it really doesn't matter with how fast Clarke can get them down the streets back to Crime Alley anyways, so he decides it'll be better just to go home.

"Yes, yes I did. This might be a bit much, and a bit fast so just uhh...might be better to close your eyes and hold onto me, okay? I've got you though, promise. You'll be safe with me, Jay."

He's nervous, but focusing on the task of just getting Jason back to the apartment is enough to calm himself down a little as he flies above the building, he looks around to try to remember the way back, now in the night air while holding Jason close.

"Ready?"

He doesn't really process the middle of that, the reassurance being what he latches onto. Safe. He isn't sure if he believes it, the feeling of hands on his skin feeling all too real and he doesn't mean just Clarke's which he remembers are holding him.. He's in someone's arms. Jason lets out a small sob at that realisation, once again Jason typically wouldn't do.

He hasn't been held since he died, not like this, not so gently like he's something precious. He isn't, no. Precious things aren't dirty and broken. But he's being held like that. Jason doesn't realise it but tears start rolling down his flushed cheeks just at that thought, that he would even fit in someone's arms.

"Hey- hey...woah uh- it's okay. I'm gonna get you home, It's alright."

He says a bit quickly, not understanding why the man is crying right now exactly, but he seems bad and out of it, so maybe that's why. Clarke hums a little, feeling the man rest against him more and sighing. He's probably drunk, and Clarke can smell cigarettes off of him, reminding him a bit of his childhood, since his father would smoke after work a lot. But now it just somewhat concerns him.

"Okay...just uh...hold on, I got you."

He says, before speeding off towards the apartment, landing on the fire escape gently. It only takes a few seconds to get there, but he takes a second to at least make sure the movement wasn't too much, before looking at the window.

Jason has an intricate security system in place and all, but Clarke doesn't know how to work it, and he doubts Jason would be able to right now, so he shoots the thing with his laser vision and prays that Jason won't kill him when he's feeling better.

He flinches when Clarke uses his laser vision on the security system which is only triggered by Clarke destroying. He glares at the man with droopy, green eyes though it's more than a pout than anything else. Jason moves to get out of Clarke's arms, doing a few manoeuvres to get out before standing on his feet and walking over to the system to turn it off.

He turns his glare to the thing instead, resting his arm on the wall to lean on to keep himself up. For someone who's absolutely wasted and also drugged he actually walks fairly fine though he's more slumped than Jason would allow himself to be.Jason manages to turn it off despite everything, squinting at the thing a few times. His vision being all blurry and weird doesn't help and he gets a bit frustrated but turns it off.

Clarke mumbles a little as Jason gets down, allowing him to and floating to the ground and watching him with concern. He walks over as well, moving to hold onto Jason a bit when he's done turning the system off, moving to look at him and the wounds as he sets the belt and jacket down on the couch.

"C'mon...I gotta treat your wounds."

He says. He's pretty sure he should disinfect them and wrap them, and Clarke thinks he can do that, at least. He scans the apartment with x-ray vision to find the med kit in the bathroom, leading Jason to sit on the couch for now.

"Gimme a sec."

He zooms off for a moment, also leaving the apartment for a second to grab where he left his chest plate and discarding that in Jason's bedroom, though whenever Clarke is here, which since he slept over for the first time has been fairly constantly, they share the bed in here. It's comforting, and because of that Clarke's clothes and some comics and such have found new homes among Jason's things.

Though since Jason likes things organized his comics have mostly ended up stacked on the bedside table by the side of the bed that Clarke typically sleeps on, and his clothes are in the closet.

He gets the med kit and appears back in the living room, having been gone for only a few seconds really. He opens the kit and looks things over a bit, taking off the stolen jacket and throwing it to the side a bit carelessly, now just in his silver cuffs and body suit.

He spots the jacket nearby and starts looking through it, trying to see if what he thinks happened really did. His movements are uncoordinated though so he doesn't have much luck.

Before he can actually check Clarke is.. gone. Jason looks around, unable to find the man and lets out a small sob, the tears that just stopped flowing starting up again. Was he really hallucinating the man? But he- Who brought him here then? Did he bring himself here?

The second Clarke comes back Jason stands up and goes to grip the man's clothes, leaning in as close as he can and scanning him to make sure he's real.

"Why'd you leave me?"

"Hey- woah, it's alright, I'm here. I just left to grab the medkit and my chest plate...it's okay, I'm here, I've got you."

He says a little softly, moving to cup Jason's cheek and wiping the tears a bit. Clarke's mostly used to being the more clingy one, per se, so he hadn't really expected this. But if Jason needs him here he'll stay, he never really wants to leave anyways, and it was annoying as hell to be away in space for a few days, as well as working in Metropolis as well.

He goes about picking Jason up a bit to bring him back to the couch, and sitting down next to him, moving to get the kit, but keeping one hand on Jason's arm, both so he can look at the wound and so he can just hold onto the other.

Clarke goes back to the kit again, taking out what is read as disinfectant. He hopes that means he's supposed to put that on the wound then. There's also some gauze, so he uses to that to clean up some of the blood around it, trying to be careful.

"Uh...tell me if I hurt you- I don't...want to."

It's so selfish and he knows that but right now he just doesn't have it in him to care and needs the comfort or he thinks he'll die and no one will care enough to bring him back this time. He wishes that was the case if no one even cares about him. What's the point then?

His face scrunches up a bit when Clarke wipes the tears away, more than normal and it's a bit of a childish expression. He didn't he notice he was crying till then, his face numb. He looks around when he's put down before on instinct curling up and hiding his face in Clarke's neck, his breathing still a bit shallow but there.

He watches as Clarke cleans up his arms, remembering that the injuries are there in the first place. Did he do that— His arms are littered in scars, mostly knife wounds. They aren't uniform, more like slashes but Jason knows he did those.

From the appearance alone no one would know what he did. The part under the elbow is also extremely scarred being where a artery is. There are some burns and everything too but those were actually from a fight. Mostly anyways.

"Why?"

Clarke explains a bit, a little confused by the question but moves to clean the wounds with disinfectant. He understands why humans have to disinfect their wounds, but he always forgets that it's a whole thing they have to worry about.

Under the yellow sun Clarke doesn't really get sick or anything, and he rarely even gets hurt enough to draw blood. He got a nose bleed in space from being hit with a very big spaceship to the face, and that's the most damage he's gotten dealt since he started working as a hero.

But he knows pain hurts, he's felt that before, and he doesn't like the fact Jason is hurt, or was hurt by someone- if he thinks about that for too long his vision will start burning again and he needs to focus on helping Jason.

He pauses to switch out the gauze for the second arm, trying to be as gentle as possible. Once he's done he moves to look for bandages, going to put a hand in Jason's hair, delicately running his fingers through his curls as he lays against him.

"Does...you heal fast...so- right okay uh..."

Jason huffs, mumbling a little and hiding himself further in Clarke’s neck. He doesn’t agree with any of that. If Jason deserves anything.. he deserves to be hurt. He doesn’t deserve this kindness though yet he selfishly continues to take it. Clarke has never hurt him, Jason wouldn’t mind if he did. If he did Jason probably deserves it.

He hardly notices the sting of the disinfectant, mostly just slumped on the other and letting them do whatever they want to Jason. He doesn’t care as long as Clarke stays. The second one arm is finished being disinfected he moves to grab a fist full of the others clothes like any attempt he makes could stop Clarke from leaving.

His hand moves up to Clarke’s neck and then jaw, just tracing the other’s features. His vision is blurry right now but he was taught how to see without his eyes essentially. All-Caste or whatever. That doesn’t matter to him right now.

“Clarke..”

Clarke shrugs. He guesses he's nicer with Jason than he's used to being with people after so long, but Clarke would never see himself as something like that, a nice person. He's not, not really. He's hurt so many people, that's not nice at all.

Clarke freezes a bit at the touch, glancing at Jason and away from what he's doing, confused by it really. He opens his mouth to say something before closing it, feeling a bit flustered and attempting to focus back on the task of taking out the bandages.

He's not entirely sure what to do, Jason doesn't tend to be the one to initiate contact like this, and it does throw Clarke off a bit, but he doesn't shy away from it, if Jason wants to touch him he's fine with that. He's not sure there's anything Jason could do that Clarke wouldn't be fine with.

He hums a bit at the mention of his name. He doesn't know if he'll ever be used to Jason actually calling him by his name and not Prime, or CK, or anything similar to that. He's used to most people on this earth calling him by different aliases. He doesn't really get to be Clarke anywhere else than with Jason. Clarke looks at him.

"Y-Yeah? Is something wrong?"

"You are nice."

He just ends up leaving it at that, insistent on that part at least. Despite what people think he does believe in redemption and Clarke is trying to be better. He isn't like Jason, some scum of the earth who should be dead like the people he puts down. Plus he's nice to him..

"Why'd you bring me back..?"

He asks, moving his hand to trace across Clarke's cheek to his nose and then up his nose bridge. He wants to map out the man's features with his hands if he can't see them clearly right now. His face is still tucked away in Clarke's neck, so close that his lips are almost touching it. He isn't looking at Clarke while he asks either, not with his eyes at least.

They've definitely become more affectionate with each other over the weeks they've known each other, maybe closer to a month now, but Clarke still isn't used to the times when Jason seems to reach out for him, like he isn't expecting the flirting or affection to be...mutual. He forgets a lot that Jason doesn't just tolerate him. He honestly still doesn't fully believe that Jason doesn't.

He pauses at the question before taking a breath and going back towards the bandages, trying to think of what to say to that. Truthfully, he didn't mean to. Truthfully, he doesn't even know which punch to the fabric of the timeline did it, but something he did pulled the switch, something he did changed things. He's just unsure when or why.

"I don't think we...should talk about this while you're out of it, Babe."

He usually doesn't initiate physical contact at least not without a reason or when he feels like it's been prompted in some way. He doesn't want to cross any boundaries and part of him is so scared that he'll be rejected, that his hand will be slapped away or he'll make Clarke uncomfortable. Nothing like that has happened yet at least.

He makes a small whining sound when Clarke starts bandaging his arms again, looking down at what he's doing. He doesn't process why Clarke is bandaging his arms, just that he's wrapping them with the bandages for.. some reason. He can barely think right now so he isn't sure why.

" 'm fine.. Please tell me."

"It's uh...It's okay...I'm almost done."

He mumbles a bit, finishing wrapping the bandages and sighing at Jason's response, moving to put the roll back in the kit and closing it. He looks Jason over again, just to be sure he's not bleeding anywhere else before sitting back and holding him close. He thinks for a good moment, not responding.

"I...I don't know, Jay. It's- well, I mean...I never even knew I could do stuff like that, and there was someone else- he...he wanted me to k-keep doing it...for whatever reason he wanted me to...I'm not sure what I did to make it happen. But I think- I think it's good you're back, either way. I want you here, it doesn't matter the why I just...I want you to be here now."

Clarke tries to explain but his tone sounds uncomfortable, softer too, which is somewhat unlike him, his voice cracks at the mention of the unknown person, or Alex. God, he doesn't want to think about Alex, it always makes him feel uncomfortable and confused, he hasn't even mentioned him fully to Jason before and he just...he can't. Not right now.

He was born a mistake and came back a mistake, how pathetic. He.. he thinks back to Sheila, something he usually wouldn't do, how happy he was to have finally found her, his mom. Was everything she said a lie? With Jason's dad? One thing is for certain that she never wanted him. No one has wanted him. The only people he think ever wanted him were his parents, his real parents, Catherine and Willis. Even then he was just a burden.

Bruce only wanted him around for Robin, Talia only took him in and revived him because of Bruce and the fact that he can't even think of anyone else makes this all the more pathetic. If he was just some universal fuck up why is he here? He never wanted to be a vigilante, a criminal or anything. He just wanted to survive back then. He wishes he died on those streets.

"You shouldn't have."

Clarke says, moving to hold Jason still, trying to bring his hands away from his face while still controlling his strength so he doesn't hurt him, because God, he never wants that to happen again.

"You're the best thing that's happened to me in ages I...you deserve to be okay, to be here you... I-I never meant for all of this to happen, I'm sorry if I- If I made you suffer, or if-If it's selfish but I just...I just love you, Jason. I don't want you to die."

Clarke says, moving to cup Jason's cheeks as he rambles, so the man will look at him at least. This is why he didn't want to talk about this now, because he knows Jason is too out of it to really understand what he's saying but he needs him to. He needs him to hear him, to know what he's saying.

"I couldn't...live with myself if you were gone...I-"

He pauses, not really realizing that he felt that way until the words are tumbling out of his mouth. Because it's true, he doesn't want to be in a world where Jason is dead, and the emotion is so strong and true that it's overwhelming and he moves to rest his forehead against Jason's.

He tenses a bit when Clarke cups his face, expecting pain before blinking them back open to look at the man. The tears don't help with how blurry and unfocused the man looks. He tries to follow along with what Clarke is saying though it's hard but he.. honestly just feels like crying more because if Clarke isn't lying then he wants him here. Someone actually wants him around for some stupid reason.

Jason isn't even sure if he believes it fully but right now he can barely think past that one thing, that someone wants him around. He doesn't think he's ever had that, not really, not without feeling like he's just playing pretend. He knows he doesn't deserve it either but still. Maybe he's still being selfish but that's all he wants.

He can think about a lot of reasons why people would want him dead, why people should want him dead, why he should be dead but he can't think of them right now in this very moment. Jason moves to bring his hands up hesitantly, tracing the skin under Clarke's eyes before slowly moving closer and just pressing their lips together, just for a few seconds before bowing his head.

"Do you hate me?"

He freezes at the question, eyes widening. His hands are still cupping his cheeks and he immediately shakes his head.

"No- no, god no. I could never hate you..."

Clarke says quickly, though it comes to him as naturally as breathing. How could he? Jason is...amazing. How could he ever hate the man who's done so much for him, who's been here for him. Who doesn't care about who Clarke was before? That's all Clarke could truly ask for. That lack of judgement.

He doesn't find himself thinking of comic book troupes or romance fanfiction, he doesn't think about a league of heroes after him, wanting him dead and locking him away, he doesn't think about all the bad things that have happened, the prisons and torture. All he does is hold Jason to him, close yet not too tightly. Like he's something fragile yet precious.

"Quite the opposite actually."

He smiles softly at the last part, the first time he's really smiled during this whole ideal. He finds his eyelids drooping a bit, too tired to continue fighting the drugs now that he has his answer, now that he's safe.

"Don't leave."

He mumbles, moving to rest back tucked under Clarke's neck, closing his eyes and just breathing a bit. His arms fall back to Clarke's shoulders, wrapping themselves around him protectively in a way that's really just Jason clinging onto him, desperate for him not to leave.

Clarke says softly, holding the man softly, laying them both back down against the couch. It might be a little uncomfortable, but Clarke can deal with that. For now, he just wants to stay still enough that he won't wake the man, since they had run into that problem a few times already.

Jason is a very light sleeper, and Clarke can't sleep for more than two hours or so before waking up, which then wakes the other up. Clarke always feels horrible, since he knows Jason definitely needs the sleep more than him, considering Clarke can survive without it, even though it makes him feel a bit insane and drained.

He stares up at the ceiling for a while, before eventually drifting off himself, with the pressure of Jason on top of him and the knowledge he's there and safe, even though the entire night has felt...all over the place. But Clarke's been away for a while, and hasn't really slept much for the time he's been gone, so it does come a bit easier this time.

Jason wakes up with a start, letting out a choked scream out before pushing whoever is ontopofnexttowhyarehishandsaroundthem? off of him. He realises he's on a couch or, was on a couch when he hits the ground, gasping a bit and moving to roll over onto his stomach and lift himself up, bringing a hand over to his neck and pressing their to stop the blood flow.

"Jason? Woah- what the fuck happened?"

He says quickly, moving to him and looking the man over a bit, face looking concerned. Clarke's hair is a bit everywhere and his eyes are squinted from sleep, he doesn't know how long they were out and it takes him a second to remember what happened before they fell asleep really.

He doesn't think they slept for that long considering it's not fully day yet, but either way, he's concerned. Did some threat happen? Is Jason hurt again? What did he miss? Jason looks panicked and Clarke frowns.

"Are you hurt? Is something wrong?"

His head is still fuzzy and he's not fully in the right state of mind but he doesn't care. He doesn't remember much, just that he was at a club and.. well, he got really high and drunk. The last thing he remembers is being kicked out after stealing someone's spiked drink and getting caught. The rest is all blurry and in small bits and pieces. It might take a few days for him to fully get some of those memories back.

He tightens his grip on Clarke's clothes, repressing a hiss when his arms hurt. He only now realises his hands have a bandage wrapped around him he definitely doesnt remember doing and it's not his work, that much he can tell.

"Y– No.. I'm sorry. Wh–"

But then Jason looks at him and hugs him and Clark immediately moves to hold him, hugging him close. He makes a sobbing sound and Clarke just wants to hold him impossibly closer.

"It- it's okay, it's just me. It-It was a dream, I think. You're okay."

He says a bit hesitantly, threading his fingers through Jason's hair a little. He pauses at Jason's response and sighs a bit. Clarke just wants to make sure he's okay, after everything he just...he's not sure what to do besides just be here. The nervousness is pretty clear in his voice, that stutter he tries to hide making itself known.

"You don't have to...to say sorry. It's okay, Jason."

He wipes his face a bit, noting the blood still under his nails and left on his hands. Makes sense. Did Clarke wrap his arms? That's so sweet, he finds himself thinking. He doesn't really let anyone treat his wounds at the risk of them figuring out how he can't exactly die.

Jason pulls back a little, still in Clarke's arms mostly and just moving so he can look at the man. He looks so worried, did Jason do that. He moves to boop the man on the nose out of nowhere, smiling softly.

"You.. you came back last night? I thought you were coming back.. not then."

"Uh...um yeah. Wrapped things up in space, had to stay out there for a while, then came back and you weren't home. Found you at a club."

Clarke explains a bit with a shrug. He's not sure if he should explain everything, considering he doesn't really know what happened and thinking about it makes him want to kill people and he's unsure if he can control that right now. Besides he's not really sure how much Jason even remembers.

Part of that makes him sad considering how much he poured his heart out to the man, but part of it might be relieving. He somewhat hopes he's doesn't remember him fumbling around the explanation as to why he brought the man back.

He fidgets a bit, holding Jason's arms and looking the bandages over, he can feel the texture of it against his skin. Sometimes he used to forget how textures felt, stuck in that box with nothing besides his own body and the remains of his suit. He doesn't look Jason in the eyes, focusing down at that.

"Are...you feeling okay?"

He moves to lean against the man, finding his place in Clarke's neck like he was always meant to fit there. His breathing is still uneven and he still feels.. weird. He tries to look himself over, noting how his shirt is blood soaked.

"You did the bandages.."

He says, not as a question but a statement. Jason thinks that would make sense, it's definitely not his own work and Clarke was the one that found him so that makes sense.

Clarke answers, moving to hug him a bit where he's laying against him. Clarke's not sure what happened exactly, but he's not an idiot and he can tell it wasn't anything good, and Jason was very out of it. He's not sure if he willingly took drugs or not, and he's not really an expert in that regard nor is he some skilled detective.

He just wants Jason to be okay, and he tried his best to make sure he was. Clarke just really hopes that's enough, even though he knows it probably wasn't as good as it should have been. The bandages, what he did to make sure he was alright. He overlooked getting Jason into clean clothing, overlooked too many things.

"Do you...remember? When he got back here and everything?"

Jason says, glancing up at the other a bit. He isn't quite sure why Clarke is so worried, at least not to a full extent. He was.. wasted out of his mind and had cuts on his arms, probably from himself considering the nature of them.

He isn't used to people taking care of him like that so it makes him.. happy in a way that Clarke did that. For him. His head still hurts and his vision is still kinda blurry. It'll probably take him a day or two to fully be in his right mind. Until then though it seems he's going to be more clingy, judging by the way Jason is leaned so close to the other.

"Have you ever.. had drugs before?"

He says with a small chuckle, looking back up at the man and tracing his jaw again. He feels like it's already familiar to him but he still wants to map Clarke's face with his fingers.

Clarke mumbles a bit, he's happy Jason is holding onto him really. The feeling is comforting and makes him feel less likely to snap and freak out right now. Maybe he's just...being overdramatic.

He pauses at the question, still surprised by the touch on his face. He blushes a bit at it, eyes a little wide in a way that makes him look a bit caught of guard. He laughs a bit hesitantly at that.

"I mean...no- I was kinda imprisoned for a long time and I wasn't invited to parties or anything when I was still living on earth prime. Besides, doesn't really affect me considering the yellow sun, so I never really thought about it."

He shrugs a bit at that. He's never done any substances besides sometimes trying alcohol if his parents let him, but he never really liked it. Then when he got his powers he realized he can't get drunk or high under a yellow sun, then he was in prison and it never really crossed his mind.

"My dad used to drink a good amount, but otherwise I don't really...know much about any of that stuff, I guess. Makes me sound...lame."

He shifts a bit to rest his head on top of Clarke's shoulder to properly look at the man's face, noting how his ears turn a bit red. Jason himself has a bit of a flush to his face, his breath still smelling of alcohol and cigarettes even if it's a bit less then last night.

He knows Kryptonians can't get drunk or high at least not with normal human substances and honestly Clarke doesn't seem like the type. It's cute in a way but Jason keeps that thought to himself.

"No— It's good, never try that's my job. Sometimes you just don't remember the night at all, I'm sure it'll come back to me later."

He huffs a bit at that shaking his head a little. If that's what drugs are supposed to do he hardly thinks they're good for either of them.

"You probably shouldn't either...whatever you took at least."

He mumbles, staring down at Jason's arms a bit, stilling holding him close. He pauses at the explanation, humming.

"I guess that makes sense...I was just...wondering, that's all. Wanna be sure you're alright. If you're still tired you can sleep again, I don't mind."

"Don't worry about that.. Just a bad day, that's all."

He mumbles, keeping one hand on Clarke's chest while the other cups his face, Jason himself so close their faces are almost touching. Usually he'd pull back or feel awkward but all he wants right now is more, to get even closer and press into the other until he wont be able to leave.

Jason is aware he has a bit of a problem.. he doesn't think he's ever really been clean other than when he was brain dead and he doesn't think that counts. He promised himself as a kid that he wouldn't end up like his parents yet look at him? He's worse. He drinks, he smokes, he does drugs even if he never takes anything through a needle. He's always been a lost cause it seems.

"Hm.. You're tired?"

He looks at Jason when he comes closer to him, meeting his eyes and looking him over, brushing his hand through Jason's hair a little as he does. He feels like he can't really look away from him honestly.

"I'm fine, Jay. You're the one who's hurt."

Clarke mumbles a bit, frowning and almost seeming mad in a way akin to a stubborn child. Clarke holds onto him, not wanting to ever really let go if he's honest.

His nose scrunches up a bit when Clarke brushes his hair away, expecting something else before smiling softly and leaning into it, leaning into everything really. If there is one thing Jason will always do is lean into any touch, especially if it's from Clarke.

"I'm fine.. Shh."

He brings a finger over Clarke's lips, something more playful then he usually is and leaning in so their noses touch.

"You're staying."

"Ah... Wasn't even planning on it, babe."

He says, smiling softly. He holds Jason close, just breathing him in. Even though he still smells like substances, Clarke can still pick up on that small part of him that's just...uniquely Jason.

He shuts his eyes for a moment, just leaning against Jason. He breathes deeply, just feeling calm and relieved to be able to hold and be held after so long alone. God he hates being alone, it was bad before but now that he's had a taste of being with someone like those after so many years it's hard for him to go back.

He leans in as well, Clarke's forehead touching his cheek. Only now Jason remembers he's technically bigger than the man but finds himself not caring like he usually would. Yeah, he's bigger but he seems to fit just fine here so what else matters.

He's happy and he shuts his eyes a bit, nuzzling a little against Jason's cheek before moving to meet their lips, only briefly, hesitating a little.

He's never really gotten to be this close with someone before, sure he had Laurie, but they were rarely so affectionate with each other, mostly just liking being around each other and holding hands, a kiss on the cheek. Clarke wasn't a very adventurous teenager.

He freezes when Clarke moves, his eyes widening a bit and the grin disappearing in favour of reciprocating the kiss. Usually he'd be much more awkward but usually he wouldn't be in Clarke's lap or this close to him or grabbing on to it and Jason definitely prefers this instead.

When Clarke moves a bit back and the purring stops he frowns before leaning forward again, pressing their lips back together for longer than the last one so Clarke knows that he at least liked it and smiling when he starts purring again. It's calming in a way, grounding him too. And maybe he just finds it a bit cute. More than a bit.

"I.. kissed you last night?"

"Just for a second...apologized to me afterwards. It's okay, I didn't care."

Clarke responds, the purring stops a bit while he's talking, solely because he can't really make the sound while he is. He ducks his head a bit to kiss Jason on the cheek a little.

"You can do whatever to me, I don't care."

He whispers a bit, shrugging a little. He's not lying, but he seems a bit embarrassed by it, hiding his face in Jason's neck as he admits it. He really doesn't care, Jason could hurt him and he doesn't think he'd be mad. He's not sure there's anyone else who makes him feel that way.

But.. this time he wanted it, he wants it. Just the closeness in general and what it means. He hums happily at the kisses, taking them in and moving to run his hands through Clarke's hair.

"Oh yeah? You can too.."

"I...I don't want to hurt you though. I'm not going to- If...if I can help it."

He shrugs before touching their foreheads together, just holding Jason closely and sighing. Clarke has been pretty adamant about the whole redemption arc since the start, but he doesn't think he's really become so patient about not hurting anyone until Jason happened. Maybe Jason has just...showed him more the way that losing people hurts, he can't imagine losing Jason. He doesn't want to.

"I don't want to be that...that guy anymore."

He mumbles a little. He's usually much more confident when talking about the whole redemption thing, declaring he isn't like that anymore, that he's good now, it's rare to see those insecurities that lie beneath shine through. That he's unsure of himself, unsure of his abilities.

"I mean, I love you- I don't...shit. That- I'm sorry. Ignore that, you don't have to say anything."

"You could never hurt me. Not like that."

He says softly. The only way he thinks Clarke could hurt him isn't physical, Jason doesn't think pain like that even matters to him anymore. Pain is the only thing that reminds him he's even alive because dead people don't feel pain. If anything he enjoys it, enjoys it when he can control what's causing it at least. He deserves it anyways.

"Hm.. I like this."

Jason hums, tracing Clarke's jaw. I like you is what he doesn't say. He moves closer to the other, brushing their noses together and keeping his other arm wrapped around his neck, grabbing the longest parts of Clarke's hair. He wonders if normal scissors work on them.

"I'm- way stronger than you, Jay."

He says a bit hesitantly, almost like it's something he's ashamed of in a way. Clarke supposes at this point his strength has rarely done anything but hurt people and rip them to shreds, so really it's something to be ashamed of.

Jason speaks and Clarke blushes again, he hums a bit in response, sighing a little. He takes a breath when Jason comes closer again. He stares down, scared a little when Jason doesn't seem to answer or respond to that. Then Jason is kissing him and he's leaning into it like he needs him to live, holding him at the back, closer as he moves to put a hand on the back of Jason's hair. He purrs into it, the sound a bit softer than before and taking him a second for it to start up again. He only breaks away from the kiss when he remembers Jason has to breathe.

He keeps their foreheads pressed to each other though, still wanting to stay close to him, regardless of how desperate he feels.

"S-sorry."

Jason admits, sighing softly. He knows people can technically hurt him, that he still bleeds like a person and can still technically die like a person but the wounds always heal with at most a scar and some pain and when he dies he always comes back.

It doesn't matter, he doesn't matter. How could dying even matter if it never sticks? At most he'll be unconscious for a while and then wake up. Being hurt, being in pain, it's the same as just being alive or existing.

He just stays like that, not letting go or leaning away, keeping a hand in Clarke's hair like he has in Jason's and the other wrapped around his neck, wrapping his hands around it but not in a choking manner. He doesn't even realise he's not breathing, smiling with a small crinkle to his eyes.

"Now, why would you be sorry for that?"

"Well I uh- I-I didn't um...want to- uh...nothing. It's nothing."

He ends up saying, searching for some excuse to give, because Jason doesn't seem to be mad at him for getting so overeager. He likes this, he likes Jason. His purring stutters a little almost before he just moves to nuzzle at Jason's face again, sighing.

The hands on his throat and hair just feel comforting, he just wants to stay in Jason's hold forever really. He likes staying here, being here with him. It makes him feel good. The purring gets a bit louder when he gets closer to Jason, sighing before moving to kiss him again by the corner of his mouth. Part of him just wants to keep holding the man until he can't anymore. He doesn't want to leave ever again, not for some stupid space trip.

"I missed you...so much."

The purring is comforting and the louder it is the happier Jason feels, really. It means Clarke is happy, that he's comfortable and Jason isn't doing anything wrong. He thinks he could listen to it all day.

He recovers faster from the kiss this time, kissing Clarke back on the nose. What he is caught off guard by is what Clarke says, blinking a bit. He resists the urge to look over at the man's face and see if he's lying because.. he missed him. Jason doesn't think people miss him.

Dick didn't even know him before he died and Bruce.. Bruce doesn't want him alive. Not like this, not so broken. And really, those are the only other people he can think of but.. Clarke missed him. He missed him. He missed Jason.

"I.. I missed you too."

"Space is stupid. I understand why people hate aliens..."

He jokes a little. Honestly Clarke has always felt like he was different from humans, like he was weird in some way, he supposes that finding out he isn't even human in the first place always made sense. He's not like them, part of that just makes him feel worse. He's pushes the thought away, just wanting to be with Jason for now.

"M'sorry for leaving."

"Hm.. I dunno, aliens seem pretty great from where I'm sitting."

He says softly, tucking some of Clarke's hair back and looking at those pointy ears. He finds the alien features cute honestly though he isn't sure if it's in general or because they are on Clarke. Probably a mix of both.

"It's OK.. It wasn't your fault."

He pauses at that, purring still and ducking his head a bit. He doesn't speak for a moment, just holding Jason closely, softly like he's something precious that could break if he's not careful. He supposes that's true in a way, he could break him.

"I don't want...to leave you alone like that."

This is nice though and he doesn't feel like he's being forced to just go along and suck it up. Even if out loud he technically didn't say anything he doesn't feel like someone is using him again.

He moves to kiss Clarke on the forehead when he stops, catching his breath a bit. He's not as affectionate he supposes, just happy to be pressed against the man and near him. He hopes Clarke doesn't mind that.

"I can take care of yourself and.. if I need you I'll call you, OK?"

"If you're sure..."

He mumbles a bit, eyes shut as he leans against him and just breathes Jason in. Clarke likes the kisses and all but it's also just nice to lay with him, to lean on him and hold him. Clarke's never really had that before.

"You can call me whenever...I'll hear you if you say my name...can already listen to your heartbeat and know it's you. When it's beating at least..."

Clarke puts a hand on Jason's chest in emphasis, the touch is gentle and it's right over the man's heart, just to feel it beneath his fingers, even though it sounds pretty slow now.

He blinks a bit at that, not realising that Clarke actively tries to listen to his heart beat and can even recognise it. He knows that Kryptonians have that ability and can recognise people's heart beats but that's usually only for the most important people and Jason.. is one of those people for Clarke, wow.

He glances down when Clarke puts a hand on his chest, their foreheads still pressed together.

"Oh, Clarke.. I can't die, it's OK."

Clarke mumbles, his fingers curling a little over where it's sitting on Jason's chest. He sounds almost like a child whining. He huffs a little, frowning in a pout.

"I know you won't but I just...I don't know...you're more fragile. You can get hurt so easily and it...it's scary sometimes."

He looks down, almost like he's ashamed of feeling that way, maybe embarrassed that he's so worried in the first place. He was scared last night, scared that Jason was hurt and that something bad happened, he doesn't care that he can't die he just wants him to be okay. Maybe he's just being stupid and overdramatic again, he's not entirely sure really.

"Want you safe."

Jason tries to comfort, smiling softly seeing the pout and pecking Clarke on the lips, scared he might have done something wrong. He doesn't want Clarke or anyone to worry about him, he can take care of himself, he doesn't want to be a burden.

"I'm sorry I scared you."

He mumbles, sighing and closing his eyes, bringing his hand down from Clarke's hair to cup his cheek. He usually isn't used to people seeing him like that, he doesn't want anyone to see him like that, so out of his mind. He hates it, he hates the feeling of not thinking straight or properly, not being in control of himself.

He whispers, sighing before leaning into the kiss, kissing Jason again for a little longer afterwards. He pauses, opening his eyes when Jason speaks again. He huffs.

"It's...it's fine, Jay. It's not your fault..."

Clarke mumbles a bit, frowning and leaning into his hand and letting his eyes close for a moment. He's exhausted but he just wants to stay like this with Jason for a while longer.

He moves his face a bit away from the man, solely to hide himself in the crook of Jason's neck again, hugging him closely and shutting his eyes again, just holding him close.

Someone caring if he gets hurt for no real reason despite knowing Jason can't die is.. new to him he supposes. He doesn't really like that Clarke is worrying about him but the fact he matters is.. nice.

Jason smiles softly when Clarke nuzzles into his neck, combing his fingers through the other's hair again.

"You could never hurt me.. not in a way that matters, not like that."

"That doesn't...make any sense."

He mumbles in response, still against Jason's neck and collarbone as he speaks. He doesn't open his eyes or move from where he is, laying there and scrunching his face a bit in confusion and discomfort, not sure what Jason's trying to say but not liking what he means at all.

Clarke can hurt Jason, he can hurt him horribly. Jason matters...why would that not matter? How could Clarke not hurt him? How could he do that? Clarke doesn't want that. He takes a handful of Jason's shirt a bit, huffing.

"Why would...what are you saying?"

He didn't want to make Clarke upset or uncomfortable and he presses a kiss into his hair in an attempt to comfort him, his other hand holding one of Clarke's.

He moves his hand to Clarke's wrist, noticing the cuffs are still on and gently taking them off. Jason has done it before once when Clarke came home one time so tired he just laid down on Jason's bed without changing.

"I'm saying.. that you don't have to worry about me. Just.. stay and I'll be happy."

He's happy when Jason tells him just to stay, he still doesn't get it, and he doubts he'll stop worrying, but he's happy that Jason wants him to stay, so he does. He won't go. Not for now.

"I won't go."

He mumbles to him, resting back against Jason. He's bone deep tired by this point, not realizing really how much he hasn't rested until he's able to have that comfort. This happens a decent amount of the time, Clarke will be hyperactive and talkative for a few days, then come home exhausted and drop like a fly.

He's not very good at sleeping the amount his brain needs, and he'll also forget to get sun somedays, staying in Gotham or inside with Jason for a whole day and wondering why he feels like shit. Most of the time he just can't sleep, so he'll give up and just lay still so he doesn't disturb Jason.

"You wanna go sleep?"

He asks softly, combing his hands through Clarke's hair still. The man seems tired and Jason only feels more guilty that he had to look after him. He hates it, that he was such a burden after Clarke was just in space after a mission. He's so fucking selfish. It's just been so long since he's let himself break, let himself fall apart.

He loves Clarke being around, he really does but the constant eyes on him make him only feel like he has to hide everything away constantly, pushing everything in the corner until it's too much. Then Clarke was gone and everything with the bats– He just couldn't hold it any longer.

"Come with me?"

He asks, not wanting to be alone really. Jason always helps him sleep better, even if he's still a bit of a restless sleeper. Clarke doesn't really care if he wakes up a few times, Jason always makes it easier to fall back asleep.

Especially when he has those shitty nightmares of being trapped again, he'll wake up and be with him. Not alone in some shitty apartment, or alone in his bedroom on Earth Prime (but not actually Earth Prime) he'll be with Jason. That's all he wants really.

Jason says softly, moving to cup Clarke's face with both hands and brushing his thumbs under the man's eyes, noting the exhaustion in them. He only feels more guilty seeing it, the pain and worry he caused.

He moves to press a kiss to Clarke's forehead before putting his hands on Clarke's, guiding him to let go of Jason. When he does he stands up, stretching a bit and frowning at the bandages on his arms. He walks over to the door, unlocking it and taking his clothes out of the closet.

"Just gonna take a shower and everything. Wait for me?"

Clarke mumbles, yawning a little and letting Jason stand even though he feels a rush of disappointment at the loss. He picks up his cuffs from the ground, looking around the living room quickly before cleaning everything up in less than a second.

He looks back over to Jason, now holding his cuffs and Jason's jacket and belt. He stares with wide eyes that make him almost look clueless.

"Okay...I'll wait, you um...take your time."

He says with a small smile. Clarke still looks fairly tired, but he ignores it to walk into the bedroom and put his cuffs with his chest plate and throw them in the corner, as well as putting Jason's things away for him.

Without checking if Jason has actually gone into the bathroom or not he starts unzipping his suit and taking it off, as well as popping off his boots and the metal cuffs around his ankles. At the end he's only in boxers.

"No peeking."

He murmurs, stopping Clarke as he enters the room to kiss him on the cheek before walking over to the bedroom. It's become a habit really, for Jason to just say that when he goes to the bathroom or changes. He doesn't like people watching him like that and if he asks Clarke usually doesn't look at least to Jason's knowledge. It just gives him some sense of control over it all.

He goes into the bathroom and first taking the bandages off first and looking at the wounds. Definitely from himself. He's done this before and given how straight the line is it wasn't done against his will or anything unless he just let it happen. That part of the night is blurry and he doesn't want to think about it right now.

Jason just hops into the shower with the lights off, washing away some of the blood from his skin and hair, scrubbing the skin a bit to try feel clean again even though he knows what he did last night. After that he redoes the bandages and gets ready for bed.

He lets Jason lean against him, leaning his head onto the others head. He's reading an old Superman issue, one of the ones that would have come out when he was growing up. He loves modern comics, but the older ones hold some nostalgia for him that he can't replicate anymore, considering his earth is gone.

It's of course, not any of the one's he read as a child, considering it's about Superman and not about Clark Kent, mild mannered reporter who is also Superman, because no comic writer in this universe knows who the man actually is. It's mostly centered around Kal-El, and some made up space adventures that are a bit tacky, but he enjoys it nonetheless. The endless stacks of comics they have back at the store feels like a weird 4th walling breaking effect in its own, considering how often it's either wrong or right on the money with things.

He sets the comic down though, considering he's already read it. Sometimes he'll just bring some of his comics to read while Jason reads his novels, and they'll lay together in silence for a bit. Clarke likes it, and it gives him the time to do that research his manager wants him to be doing.

"Hi..."

He's alone on this fucking planet. He didn't realise how much he hated that till someone actually filled that hole and then just left.. again. Didn't he promise something to himself along the lines of that he would never get close to anyone again after.. everything. He never does keep his promises to himself. Jason always gets too close and he ends up hurting people and being hurt. Stupid.

He's honestly pathetic for this and being dramatic, a problem. People don't keep problems around. Jason was patrolling more since Clarke wasn't there and ran into a certain bat. Wait, no he doesn't want to think of that, right. It's loud nearby he realises again, bringing his arms up to his ears to cover them before realising they are bleeding. Huh. Oh, right. He was at a club, right now. Nearby. Doesn't matter.

He wanted to take his mind off things and since the cute alien that left wasn't around and said he'd be back... he'd be back... Jason doesn't remember but not today. Is it even the same day? He doesn't want to look outside because it's probably bright. Or maybe not. He doesn't know, he doesn't know anything.

Jason ordered some drinks.. well, not some. Maybe a few bottles? He isn't sure. He stole a few drinks, some other drugs too, anything he could get his hands on. He thinks someone spiked his drink. He knows someone spiked his drink, he watched them and didn't do anything. He watched the same person spike someone else's drink and stole that too.

Then he thinks he got kicked out? That's why he's here? He thinks there was also someone else who might have brought him to this room near the club. Whoever or whatever it was isn't here right now. Jason doesn't know anything. No, wait, he does. His heart isn't beating. Or maybe it's too weak? He still didn't figure out why his arms are bleeding.. That's for future Jason to worry about, he'll probably wait for.. whatever.

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Clarke is finally done dealing with this stupid invasion. Seriously, why did they need to send that many aliens at him? None of the others in the JL (if Clarke even counts as a member and not some...asset or whatever. They don't really seem to like him anyways.) decided to help him, so he had to work at it single handedly, which then ended with him actually going to space and wrecking the fuckers up. He did it though, and he's fairly certain he double checked for any comeback troupes or ways they could have latched some hivemind disease or whatever onto earth. Clarke didn't want to have to deal with that honestly, he finds the repetetive nature cheap.

So, he's finally free from Superman duties, and after doing a quick sweep of Metropolis and making sure Luthor isn't deciding to send robots after anyone or whatever, he makes his way back to Gotham. He didn't really check to see where Jason was initially, too tired and just going to his apartment. He's not there however, so he reaches out with super hearing to listen for his heartbeat, which he can't hear either...what? Did he die again? Did something happen?

Clarke frowns to himself before searching harder with both x-ray vision and hearing, and eventually he finds the man in a club. He doesn't look good and Clarke feels a weird anxiety in him that he doesn't usually feel. He speeds over there, not really thinking about changing or anything before he's already half-way there, so he just hauls off his chest plate to hide nearby with his cape, considering the pieces are attached, and throws on a jacket. His ankle and arm cuffs are still on, but he's in a bit of a rush so he doesn't really care.

He finds Jason eventually and approaches slowly since he doesn't seem...all there.

"Jay? Babe? Are you okay?"

He says, looking him over, x-raying for a moment too to see if he has any internal damage. He doesn't seem well, that's all Clarke can really gather.

"What happened?"

His face is flushed from the alcohol and whatever else he had, eyes droopy and barely open. They're glowing green, probably because he's dead. Kinda. Dead people don't feel things they are just kinda dead and he would know! He had a jacket on but that was thrown somewhere in a corner nearby. He doesn't remember if he did that or someone else.

The shirt he has underneath is white, well, was. The sleeves are rolled up and his forearm is cut vertically from under the elbow to his wrists, similar to blood letting though they stopped bleeding by now. Basically, he's a wreck laying on a bed with blood matted in his hair.

When he sees Clarke his eyes barely open anymore, scanning the man as much as he can with his blurry vision. Huh, weird. Usually he doesn't hallucinate much but when he does it's a certain clown or maybe his trainers or a certain bat he's not supposed to think about. Either way it's not someone who's nice to him and Clarke is really nice, nicer than most people and nicer than he deserves.

Clarke shakes his arms out a bit before grabbing what looks to be Jason's jacket from the corner and walking back over. The bleeding on his arms look bad...Clarke tries to think of whatever minimal medical knowledge he has, considering he's never really had to treat his wounds before. He thinks he needs to stop the bleeding but he's unsure how to do that where they are. Jason doesn't even acknowledge him, so he crouches down in front of him, moving to touch his shoulder lightly, so the man will at least look at him.

"Jay...we- we should get you out of here..okay?"

He says, moving to put Jason's jacket over his shoulders. He sees a discarded belt a few feet away as well and pauses a little. Clarke bites his tongue and looks back at Jason before grabbing that as well. He's pretty sure it's Jason's since the man only has a few different belts anyways, which does nothing to stop the anxious feeling deep in Clarke's stomach. He rolls it up a bit and tucks it in his pocket for now, the jacket he stole is fairly big anyways. He's still in his suit, but without the chest plate and cape, it looks a bit awkward.

"Gotta get you somewhere safe, um...you have a safehouse a block away from here, or I can fly you home. How about that?"

He flinches when he's touched, full on and makes a small sound akin to a whine. He doesn't even react beyond that for a while, instinct. Jason doesn't really process that the touch means something until a few seconds later when he glances back over to Clarke.

He watches what the man does though it's blurry and kinda makes him feel nauseous which makes him feel panicked. He isn't breathing anyways. Clarke looks nervous and after a few seconds Jason goes to grab onto the man's wrist, much tighter than he usually would like he's trying to squeeze the life out of it.

"When'd you come back..?"

Jason mumbles, the words slurred together and so soft a normal person wouldn't have heard it.

"Sorry."

His eyes widen at the touch on his wrist, letting it happen and trying to be careful not to do anything that hurts Jason at all. It's much more pressure than how Jason usually is, but it's not like it hurts. It feels desperate in a way that worries Clarke even more.

"Uh...few minutes ago. Went looking for you but you weren't home- got uh- worried, I-I guess."

Clarke starts to explain, pausing a bit and chewing on his bottom lip as he tries to think. He needs to not freak out right now, because something's wrong, and Jason is bleeding, and it's all really wrong.

"Don't- you don't have to apologize...just uh, come on, I gotta get you out of here, sweetheart."

He says, trying to smile and be comforting. He tries to come closer, thinking things through a bit. The speed and flying might make Jason nauseous, but Clarke wants to at least get them out of here quickly and efficiently, so the wounds don't get worse.

"Um...Hold on tight, okay?"

Even though he's the one who asked the question he doesn't fully understand what Clarke is saying or really at all though he is looking into the mans eyes, for what they both don't know.

He frowns at the pet name, something he'd usually find endearing but in this context makes him feel uncomfortable, like a trick. Is he sure this isn't a hallucination?

"Why'd you.. call me that?"

Jason mumbles, more of an internal thought that slipped out through half baked syllables. He makes a sound of surprise when picked up, something uncharacteristic for Jason, not sure what to do and looking a bit wide eyed.

"Did you just pick me up?"

"Well, you're sweet...and I like you."

Clarke says, deciding that's probably the best he can come up with. He needs to get them somewhere safe. The safehouse would be quicker but it really doesn't matter with how fast Clarke can get them down the streets back to Crime Alley anyways, so he decides it'll be better just to go home.

"Yes, yes I did. This might be a bit much, and a bit fast so just uhh...might be better to close your eyes and hold onto me, okay? I've got you though, promise. You'll be safe with me, Jay."

He's nervous, but focusing on the task of just getting Jason back to the apartment is enough to calm himself down a little as he flies above the building, he looks around to try to remember the way back, now in the night air while holding Jason close.

"Ready?"

He doesn't really process the middle of that, the reassurance being what he latches onto. Safe. He isn't sure if he believes it, the feeling of hands on his skin feeling all too real and he doesn't mean just Clarke's which he remembers are holding him.. He's in someone's arms. Jason lets out a small sob at that realisation, once again Jason typically wouldn't do.

He hasn't been held since he died, not like this, not so gently like he's something precious. He isn't, no. Precious things aren't dirty and broken. But he's being held like that. Jason doesn't realise it but tears start rolling down his flushed cheeks just at that thought, that he would even fit in someone's arms.

"Hey- hey...woah uh- it's okay. I'm gonna get you home, It's alright."

He says a bit quickly, not understanding why the man is crying right now exactly, but he seems bad and out of it, so maybe that's why. Clarke hums a little, feeling the man rest against him more and sighing. He's probably drunk, and Clarke can smell cigarettes off of him, reminding him a bit of his childhood, since his father would smoke after work a lot. But now it just somewhat concerns him.

"Okay...just uh...hold on, I got you."

He says, before speeding off towards the apartment, landing on the fire escape gently. It only takes a few seconds to get there, but he takes a second to at least make sure the movement wasn't too much, before looking at the window.

Jason has an intricate security system in place and all, but Clarke doesn't know how to work it, and he doubts Jason would be able to right now, so he shoots the thing with his laser vision and prays that Jason won't kill him when he's feeling better.

He flinches when Clarke uses his laser vision on the security system which is only triggered by Clarke destroying. He glares at the man with droopy, green eyes though it's more than a pout than anything else. Jason moves to get out of Clarke's arms, doing a few manoeuvres to get out before standing on his feet and walking over to the system to turn it off.

He turns his glare to the thing instead, resting his arm on the wall to lean on to keep himself up. For someone who's absolutely wasted and also drugged he actually walks fairly fine though he's more slumped than Jason would allow himself to be.Jason manages to turn it off despite everything, squinting at the thing a few times. His vision being all blurry and weird doesn't help and he gets a bit frustrated but turns it off.

Clarke mumbles a little as Jason gets down, allowing him to and floating to the ground and watching him with concern. He walks over as well, moving to hold onto Jason a bit when he's done turning the system off, moving to look at him and the wounds as he sets the belt and jacket down on the couch.

"C'mon...I gotta treat your wounds."

He says. He's pretty sure he should disinfect them and wrap them, and Clarke thinks he can do that, at least. He scans the apartment with x-ray vision to find the med kit in the bathroom, leading Jason to sit on the couch for now.

"Gimme a sec."

He zooms off for a moment, also leaving the apartment for a second to grab where he left his chest plate and discarding that in Jason's bedroom, though whenever Clarke is here, which since he slept over for the first time has been fairly constantly, they share the bed in here. It's comforting, and because of that Clarke's clothes and some comics and such have found new homes among Jason's things.

Though since Jason likes things organized his comics have mostly ended up stacked on the bedside table by the side of the bed that Clarke typically sleeps on, and his clothes are in the closet.

He gets the med kit and appears back in the living room, having been gone for only a few seconds really. He opens the kit and looks things over a bit, taking off the stolen jacket and throwing it to the side a bit carelessly, now just in his silver cuffs and body suit.

He spots the jacket nearby and starts looking through it, trying to see if what he thinks happened really did. His movements are uncoordinated though so he doesn't have much luck.

Before he can actually check Clarke is.. gone. Jason looks around, unable to find the man and lets out a small sob, the tears that just stopped flowing starting up again. Was he really hallucinating the man? But he- Who brought him here then? Did he bring himself here?

The second Clarke comes back Jason stands up and goes to grip the man's clothes, leaning in as close as he can and scanning him to make sure he's real.

"Why'd you leave me?"

"Hey- woah, it's alright, I'm here. I just left to grab the medkit and my chest plate...it's okay, I'm here, I've got you."

He says a little softly, moving to cup Jason's cheek and wiping the tears a bit. Clarke's mostly used to being the more clingy one, per se, so he hadn't really expected this. But if Jason needs him here he'll stay, he never really wants to leave anyways, and it was annoying as hell to be away in space for a few days, as well as working in Metropolis as well.

He goes about picking Jason up a bit to bring him back to the couch, and sitting down next to him, moving to get the kit, but keeping one hand on Jason's arm, both so he can look at the wound and so he can just hold onto the other.

Clarke goes back to the kit again, taking out what is read as disinfectant. He hopes that means he's supposed to put that on the wound then. There's also some gauze, so he uses to that to clean up some of the blood around it, trying to be careful.

"Uh...tell me if I hurt you- I don't...want to."

It's so selfish and he knows that but right now he just doesn't have it in him to care and needs the comfort or he thinks he'll die and no one will care enough to bring him back this time. He wishes that was the case if no one even cares about him. What's the point then?

His face scrunches up a bit when Clarke wipes the tears away, more than normal and it's a bit of a childish expression. He didn't he notice he was crying till then, his face numb. He looks around when he's put down before on instinct curling up and hiding his face in Clarke's neck, his breathing still a bit shallow but there.

He watches as Clarke cleans up his arms, remembering that the injuries are there in the first place. Did he do that— His arms are littered in scars, mostly knife wounds. They aren't uniform, more like slashes but Jason knows he did those.

From the appearance alone no one would know what he did. The part under the elbow is also extremely scarred being where a artery is. There are some burns and everything too but those were actually from a fight. Mostly anyways.

"Why?"

Clarke explains a bit, a little confused by the question but moves to clean the wounds with disinfectant. He understands why humans have to disinfect their wounds, but he always forgets that it's a whole thing they have to worry about.

Under the yellow sun Clarke doesn't really get sick or anything, and he rarely even gets hurt enough to draw blood. He got a nose bleed in space from being hit with a very big spaceship to the face, and that's the most damage he's gotten dealt since he started working as a hero.

But he knows pain hurts, he's felt that before, and he doesn't like the fact Jason is hurt, or was hurt by someone- if he thinks about that for too long his vision will start burning again and he needs to focus on helping Jason.

He pauses to switch out the gauze for the second arm, trying to be as gentle as possible. Once he's done he moves to look for bandages, going to put a hand in Jason's hair, delicately running his fingers through his curls as he lays against him.

"Does...you heal fast...so- right okay uh..."

Jason huffs, mumbling a little and hiding himself further in Clarke’s neck. He doesn’t agree with any of that. If Jason deserves anything.. he deserves to be hurt. He doesn’t deserve this kindness though yet he selfishly continues to take it. Clarke has never hurt him, Jason wouldn’t mind if he did. If he did Jason probably deserves it.

He hardly notices the sting of the disinfectant, mostly just slumped on the other and letting them do whatever they want to Jason. He doesn’t care as long as Clarke stays. The second one arm is finished being disinfected he moves to grab a fist full of the others clothes like any attempt he makes could stop Clarke from leaving.

His hand moves up to Clarke’s neck and then jaw, just tracing the other’s features. His vision is blurry right now but he was taught how to see without his eyes essentially. All-Caste or whatever. That doesn’t matter to him right now.

“Clarke..”

Clarke shrugs. He guesses he's nicer with Jason than he's used to being with people after so long, but Clarke would never see himself as something like that, a nice person. He's not, not really. He's hurt so many people, that's not nice at all.

Clarke freezes a bit at the touch, glancing at Jason and away from what he's doing, confused by it really. He opens his mouth to say something before closing it, feeling a bit flustered and attempting to focus back on the task of taking out the bandages.

He's not entirely sure what to do, Jason doesn't tend to be the one to initiate contact like this, and it does throw Clarke off a bit, but he doesn't shy away from it, if Jason wants to touch him he's fine with that. He's not sure there's anything Jason could do that Clarke wouldn't be fine with.

He hums a bit at the mention of his name. He doesn't know if he'll ever be used to Jason actually calling him by his name and not Prime, or CK, or anything similar to that. He's used to most people on this earth calling him by different aliases. He doesn't really get to be Clarke anywhere else than with Jason. Clarke looks at him.

"Y-Yeah? Is something wrong?"

"You are nice."

He just ends up leaving it at that, insistent on that part at least. Despite what people think he does believe in redemption and Clarke is trying to be better. He isn't like Jason, some scum of the earth who should be dead like the people he puts down. Plus he's nice to him..

"Why'd you bring me back..?"

He asks, moving his hand to trace across Clarke's cheek to his nose and then up his nose bridge. He wants to map out the man's features with his hands if he can't see them clearly right now. His face is still tucked away in Clarke's neck, so close that his lips are almost touching it. He isn't looking at Clarke while he asks either, not with his eyes at least.

They've definitely become more affectionate with each other over the weeks they've known each other, maybe closer to a month now, but Clarke still isn't used to the times when Jason seems to reach out for him, like he isn't expecting the flirting or affection to be...mutual. He forgets a lot that Jason doesn't just tolerate him. He honestly still doesn't fully believe that Jason doesn't.

He pauses at the question before taking a breath and going back towards the bandages, trying to think of what to say to that. Truthfully, he didn't mean to. Truthfully, he doesn't even know which punch to the fabric of the timeline did it, but something he did pulled the switch, something he did changed things. He's just unsure when or why.

"I don't think we...should talk about this while you're out of it, Babe."

He usually doesn't initiate physical contact at least not without a reason or when he feels like it's been prompted in some way. He doesn't want to cross any boundaries and part of him is so scared that he'll be rejected, that his hand will be slapped away or he'll make Clarke uncomfortable. Nothing like that has happened yet at least.

He makes a small whining sound when Clarke starts bandaging his arms again, looking down at what he's doing. He doesn't process why Clarke is bandaging his arms, just that he's wrapping them with the bandages for.. some reason. He can barely think right now so he isn't sure why.

" 'm fine.. Please tell me."

"It's uh...It's okay...I'm almost done."

He mumbles a bit, finishing wrapping the bandages and sighing at Jason's response, moving to put the roll back in the kit and closing it. He looks Jason over again, just to be sure he's not bleeding anywhere else before sitting back and holding him close. He thinks for a good moment, not responding.

"I...I don't know, Jay. It's- well, I mean...I never even knew I could do stuff like that, and there was someone else- he...he wanted me to k-keep doing it...for whatever reason he wanted me to...I'm not sure what I did to make it happen. But I think- I think it's good you're back, either way. I want you here, it doesn't matter the why I just...I want you to be here now."

Clarke tries to explain but his tone sounds uncomfortable, softer too, which is somewhat unlike him, his voice cracks at the mention of the unknown person, or Alex. God, he doesn't want to think about Alex, it always makes him feel uncomfortable and confused, he hasn't even mentioned him fully to Jason before and he just...he can't. Not right now.

He was born a mistake and came back a mistake, how pathetic. He.. he thinks back to Sheila, something he usually wouldn't do, how happy he was to have finally found her, his mom. Was everything she said a lie? With Jason's dad? One thing is for certain that she never wanted him. No one has wanted him. The only people he think ever wanted him were his parents, his real parents, Catherine and Willis. Even then he was just a burden.

Bruce only wanted him around for Robin, Talia only took him in and revived him because of Bruce and the fact that he can't even think of anyone else makes this all the more pathetic. If he was just some universal fuck up why is he here? He never wanted to be a vigilante, a criminal or anything. He just wanted to survive back then. He wishes he died on those streets.

"You shouldn't have."

Clarke says, moving to hold Jason still, trying to bring his hands away from his face while still controlling his strength so he doesn't hurt him, because God, he never wants that to happen again.

"You're the best thing that's happened to me in ages I...you deserve to be okay, to be here you... I-I never meant for all of this to happen, I'm sorry if I- If I made you suffer, or if-If it's selfish but I just...I just love you, Jason. I don't want you to die."

Clarke says, moving to cup Jason's cheeks as he rambles, so the man will look at him at least. This is why he didn't want to talk about this now, because he knows Jason is too out of it to really understand what he's saying but he needs him to. He needs him to hear him, to know what he's saying.

"I couldn't...live with myself if you were gone...I-"

He pauses, not really realizing that he felt that way until the words are tumbling out of his mouth. Because it's true, he doesn't want to be in a world where Jason is dead, and the emotion is so strong and true that it's overwhelming and he moves to rest his forehead against Jason's.

He tenses a bit when Clarke cups his face, expecting pain before blinking them back open to look at the man. The tears don't help with how blurry and unfocused the man looks. He tries to follow along with what Clarke is saying though it's hard but he.. honestly just feels like crying more because if Clarke isn't lying then he wants him here. Someone actually wants him around for some stupid reason.

Jason isn't even sure if he believes it fully but right now he can barely think past that one thing, that someone wants him around. He doesn't think he's ever had that, not really, not without feeling like he's just playing pretend. He knows he doesn't deserve it either but still. Maybe he's still being selfish but that's all he wants.

He can think about a lot of reasons why people would want him dead, why people should want him dead, why he should be dead but he can't think of them right now in this very moment. Jason moves to bring his hands up hesitantly, tracing the skin under Clarke's eyes before slowly moving closer and just pressing their lips together, just for a few seconds before bowing his head.

"Do you hate me?"

He freezes at the question, eyes widening. His hands are still cupping his cheeks and he immediately shakes his head.

"No- no, god no. I could never hate you..."

Clarke says quickly, though it comes to him as naturally as breathing. How could he? Jason is...amazing. How could he ever hate the man who's done so much for him, who's been here for him. Who doesn't care about who Clarke was before? That's all Clarke could truly ask for. That lack of judgement.

He doesn't find himself thinking of comic book troupes or romance fanfiction, he doesn't think about a league of heroes after him, wanting him dead and locking him away, he doesn't think about all the bad things that have happened, the prisons and torture. All he does is hold Jason to him, close yet not too tightly. Like he's something fragile yet precious.

"Quite the opposite actually."

He smiles softly at the last part, the first time he's really smiled during this whole ideal. He finds his eyelids drooping a bit, too tired to continue fighting the drugs now that he has his answer, now that he's safe.

"Don't leave."

He mumbles, moving to rest back tucked under Clarke's neck, closing his eyes and just breathing a bit. His arms fall back to Clarke's shoulders, wrapping themselves around him protectively in a way that's really just Jason clinging onto him, desperate for him not to leave.

Clarke says softly, holding the man softly, laying them both back down against the couch. It might be a little uncomfortable, but Clarke can deal with that. For now, he just wants to stay still enough that he won't wake the man, since they had run into that problem a few times already.

Jason is a very light sleeper, and Clarke can't sleep for more than two hours or so before waking up, which then wakes the other up. Clarke always feels horrible, since he knows Jason definitely needs the sleep more than him, considering Clarke can survive without it, even though it makes him feel a bit insane and drained.

He stares up at the ceiling for a while, before eventually drifting off himself, with the pressure of Jason on top of him and the knowledge he's there and safe, even though the entire night has felt...all over the place. But Clarke's been away for a while, and hasn't really slept much for the time he's been gone, so it does come a bit easier this time.

Jason wakes up with a start, letting out a choked scream out before pushing whoever is ontopofnexttowhyarehishandsaroundthem? off of him. He realises he's on a couch or, was on a couch when he hits the ground, gasping a bit and moving to roll over onto his stomach and lift himself up, bringing a hand over to his neck and pressing their to stop the blood flow.

"Jason? Woah- what the fuck happened?"

He says quickly, moving to him and looking the man over a bit, face looking concerned. Clarke's hair is a bit everywhere and his eyes are squinted from sleep, he doesn't know how long they were out and it takes him a second to remember what happened before they fell asleep really.

He doesn't think they slept for that long considering it's not fully day yet, but either way, he's concerned. Did some threat happen? Is Jason hurt again? What did he miss? Jason looks panicked and Clarke frowns.

"Are you hurt? Is something wrong?"

His head is still fuzzy and he's not fully in the right state of mind but he doesn't care. He doesn't remember much, just that he was at a club and.. well, he got really high and drunk. The last thing he remembers is being kicked out after stealing someone's spiked drink and getting caught. The rest is all blurry and in small bits and pieces. It might take a few days for him to fully get some of those memories back.

He tightens his grip on Clarke's clothes, repressing a hiss when his arms hurt. He only now realises his hands have a bandage wrapped around him he definitely doesnt remember doing and it's not his work, that much he can tell.

"Y– No.. I'm sorry. Wh–"

But then Jason looks at him and hugs him and Clark immediately moves to hold him, hugging him close. He makes a sobbing sound and Clarke just wants to hold him impossibly closer.

"It- it's okay, it's just me. It-It was a dream, I think. You're okay."

He says a bit hesitantly, threading his fingers through Jason's hair a little. He pauses at Jason's response and sighs a bit. Clarke just wants to make sure he's okay, after everything he just...he's not sure what to do besides just be here. The nervousness is pretty clear in his voice, that stutter he tries to hide making itself known.

"You don't have to...to say sorry. It's okay, Jason."

He wipes his face a bit, noting the blood still under his nails and left on his hands. Makes sense. Did Clarke wrap his arms? That's so sweet, he finds himself thinking. He doesn't really let anyone treat his wounds at the risk of them figuring out how he can't exactly die.

Jason pulls back a little, still in Clarke's arms mostly and just moving so he can look at the man. He looks so worried, did Jason do that. He moves to boop the man on the nose out of nowhere, smiling softly.

"You.. you came back last night? I thought you were coming back.. not then."

"Uh...um yeah. Wrapped things up in space, had to stay out there for a while, then came back and you weren't home. Found you at a club."

Clarke explains a bit with a shrug. He's not sure if he should explain everything, considering he doesn't really know what happened and thinking about it makes him want to kill people and he's unsure if he can control that right now. Besides he's not really sure how much Jason even remembers.

Part of that makes him sad considering how much he poured his heart out to the man, but part of it might be relieving. He somewhat hopes he's doesn't remember him fumbling around the explanation as to why he brought the man back.

He fidgets a bit, holding Jason's arms and looking the bandages over, he can feel the texture of it against his skin. Sometimes he used to forget how textures felt, stuck in that box with nothing besides his own body and the remains of his suit. He doesn't look Jason in the eyes, focusing down at that.

"Are...you feeling okay?"

He moves to lean against the man, finding his place in Clarke's neck like he was always meant to fit there. His breathing is still uneven and he still feels.. weird. He tries to look himself over, noting how his shirt is blood soaked.

"You did the bandages.."

He says, not as a question but a statement. Jason thinks that would make sense, it's definitely not his own work and Clarke was the one that found him so that makes sense.

Clarke answers, moving to hug him a bit where he's laying against him. Clarke's not sure what happened exactly, but he's not an idiot and he can tell it wasn't anything good, and Jason was very out of it. He's not sure if he willingly took drugs or not, and he's not really an expert in that regard nor is he some skilled detective.

He just wants Jason to be okay, and he tried his best to make sure he was. Clarke just really hopes that's enough, even though he knows it probably wasn't as good as it should have been. The bandages, what he did to make sure he was alright. He overlooked getting Jason into clean clothing, overlooked too many things.

"Do you...remember? When he got back here and everything?"

Jason says, glancing up at the other a bit. He isn't quite sure why Clarke is so worried, at least not to a full extent. He was.. wasted out of his mind and had cuts on his arms, probably from himself considering the nature of them.

He isn't used to people taking care of him like that so it makes him.. happy in a way that Clarke did that. For him. His head still hurts and his vision is still kinda blurry. It'll probably take him a day or two to fully be in his right mind. Until then though it seems he's going to be more clingy, judging by the way Jason is leaned so close to the other.

"Have you ever.. had drugs before?"

He says with a small chuckle, looking back up at the man and tracing his jaw again. He feels like it's already familiar to him but he still wants to map Clarke's face with his fingers.

Clarke mumbles a bit, he's happy Jason is holding onto him really. The feeling is comforting and makes him feel less likely to snap and freak out right now. Maybe he's just...being overdramatic.

He pauses at the question, still surprised by the touch on his face. He blushes a bit at it, eyes a little wide in a way that makes him look a bit caught of guard. He laughs a bit hesitantly at that.

"I mean...no- I was kinda imprisoned for a long time and I wasn't invited to parties or anything when I was still living on earth prime. Besides, doesn't really affect me considering the yellow sun, so I never really thought about it."

He shrugs a bit at that. He's never done any substances besides sometimes trying alcohol if his parents let him, but he never really liked it. Then when he got his powers he realized he can't get drunk or high under a yellow sun, then he was in prison and it never really crossed his mind.

"My dad used to drink a good amount, but otherwise I don't really...know much about any of that stuff, I guess. Makes me sound...lame."

He shifts a bit to rest his head on top of Clarke's shoulder to properly look at the man's face, noting how his ears turn a bit red. Jason himself has a bit of a flush to his face, his breath still smelling of alcohol and cigarettes even if it's a bit less then last night.

He knows Kryptonians can't get drunk or high at least not with normal human substances and honestly Clarke doesn't seem like the type. It's cute in a way but Jason keeps that thought to himself.

"No— It's good, never try that's my job. Sometimes you just don't remember the night at all, I'm sure it'll come back to me later."

He huffs a bit at that shaking his head a little. If that's what drugs are supposed to do he hardly thinks they're good for either of them.

"You probably shouldn't either...whatever you took at least."

He mumbles, staring down at Jason's arms a bit, stilling holding him close. He pauses at the explanation, humming.

"I guess that makes sense...I was just...wondering, that's all. Wanna be sure you're alright. If you're still tired you can sleep again, I don't mind."

"Don't worry about that.. Just a bad day, that's all."

He mumbles, keeping one hand on Clarke's chest while the other cups his face, Jason himself so close their faces are almost touching. Usually he'd pull back or feel awkward but all he wants right now is more, to get even closer and press into the other until he wont be able to leave.

Jason is aware he has a bit of a problem.. he doesn't think he's ever really been clean other than when he was brain dead and he doesn't think that counts. He promised himself as a kid that he wouldn't end up like his parents yet look at him? He's worse. He drinks, he smokes, he does drugs even if he never takes anything through a needle. He's always been a lost cause it seems.

"Hm.. You're tired?"

He looks at Jason when he comes closer to him, meeting his eyes and looking him over, brushing his hand through Jason's hair a little as he does. He feels like he can't really look away from him honestly.

"I'm fine, Jay. You're the one who's hurt."

Clarke mumbles a bit, frowning and almost seeming mad in a way akin to a stubborn child. Clarke holds onto him, not wanting to ever really let go if he's honest.

His nose scrunches up a bit when Clarke brushes his hair away, expecting something else before smiling softly and leaning into it, leaning into everything really. If there is one thing Jason will always do is lean into any touch, especially if it's from Clarke.

"I'm fine.. Shh."

He brings a finger over Clarke's lips, something more playful then he usually is and leaning in so their noses touch.

"You're staying."

"Ah... Wasn't even planning on it, babe."

He says, smiling softly. He holds Jason close, just breathing him in. Even though he still smells like substances, Clarke can still pick up on that small part of him that's just...uniquely Jason.

He shuts his eyes for a moment, just leaning against Jason. He breathes deeply, just feeling calm and relieved to be able to hold and be held after so long alone. God he hates being alone, it was bad before but now that he's had a taste of being with someone like those after so many years it's hard for him to go back.

He leans in as well, Clarke's forehead touching his cheek. Only now Jason remembers he's technically bigger than the man but finds himself not caring like he usually would. Yeah, he's bigger but he seems to fit just fine here so what else matters.

He's happy and he shuts his eyes a bit, nuzzling a little against Jason's cheek before moving to meet their lips, only briefly, hesitating a little.

He's never really gotten to be this close with someone before, sure he had Laurie, but they were rarely so affectionate with each other, mostly just liking being around each other and holding hands, a kiss on the cheek. Clarke wasn't a very adventurous teenager.

He freezes when Clarke moves, his eyes widening a bit and the grin disappearing in favour of reciprocating the kiss. Usually he'd be much more awkward but usually he wouldn't be in Clarke's lap or this close to him or grabbing on to it and Jason definitely prefers this instead.

When Clarke moves a bit back and the purring stops he frowns before leaning forward again, pressing their lips back together for longer than the last one so Clarke knows that he at least liked it and smiling when he starts purring again. It's calming in a way, grounding him too. And maybe he just finds it a bit cute. More than a bit.

"I.. kissed you last night?"

"Just for a second...apologized to me afterwards. It's okay, I didn't care."

Clarke responds, the purring stops a bit while he's talking, solely because he can't really make the sound while he is. He ducks his head a bit to kiss Jason on the cheek a little.

"You can do whatever to me, I don't care."

He whispers a bit, shrugging a little. He's not lying, but he seems a bit embarrassed by it, hiding his face in Jason's neck as he admits it. He really doesn't care, Jason could hurt him and he doesn't think he'd be mad. He's not sure there's anyone else who makes him feel that way.

But.. this time he wanted it, he wants it. Just the closeness in general and what it means. He hums happily at the kisses, taking them in and moving to run his hands through Clarke's hair.

"Oh yeah? You can too.."

"I...I don't want to hurt you though. I'm not going to- If...if I can help it."

He shrugs before touching their foreheads together, just holding Jason closely and sighing. Clarke has been pretty adamant about the whole redemption arc since the start, but he doesn't think he's really become so patient about not hurting anyone until Jason happened. Maybe Jason has just...showed him more the way that losing people hurts, he can't imagine losing Jason. He doesn't want to.

"I don't want to be that...that guy anymore."

He mumbles a little. He's usually much more confident when talking about the whole redemption thing, declaring he isn't like that anymore, that he's good now, it's rare to see those insecurities that lie beneath shine through. That he's unsure of himself, unsure of his abilities.

"I mean, I love you- I don't...shit. That- I'm sorry. Ignore that, you don't have to say anything."

"You could never hurt me. Not like that."

He says softly. The only way he thinks Clarke could hurt him isn't physical, Jason doesn't think pain like that even matters to him anymore. Pain is the only thing that reminds him he's even alive because dead people don't feel pain. If anything he enjoys it, enjoys it when he can control what's causing it at least. He deserves it anyways.

"Hm.. I like this."

Jason hums, tracing Clarke's jaw. I like you is what he doesn't say. He moves closer to the other, brushing their noses together and keeping his other arm wrapped around his neck, grabbing the longest parts of Clarke's hair. He wonders if normal scissors work on them.

"I'm- way stronger than you, Jay."

He says a bit hesitantly, almost like it's something he's ashamed of in a way. Clarke supposes at this point his strength has rarely done anything but hurt people and rip them to shreds, so really it's something to be ashamed of.

Jason speaks and Clarke blushes again, he hums a bit in response, sighing a little. He takes a breath when Jason comes closer again. He stares down, scared a little when Jason doesn't seem to answer or respond to that. Then Jason is kissing him and he's leaning into it like he needs him to live, holding him at the back, closer as he moves to put a hand on the back of Jason's hair. He purrs into it, the sound a bit softer than before and taking him a second for it to start up again. He only breaks away from the kiss when he remembers Jason has to breathe.

He keeps their foreheads pressed to each other though, still wanting to stay close to him, regardless of how desperate he feels.

"S-sorry."

Jason admits, sighing softly. He knows people can technically hurt him, that he still bleeds like a person and can still technically die like a person but the wounds always heal with at most a scar and some pain and when he dies he always comes back.

It doesn't matter, he doesn't matter. How could dying even matter if it never sticks? At most he'll be unconscious for a while and then wake up. Being hurt, being in pain, it's the same as just being alive or existing.

He just stays like that, not letting go or leaning away, keeping a hand in Clarke's hair like he has in Jason's and the other wrapped around his neck, wrapping his hands around it but not in a choking manner. He doesn't even realise he's not breathing, smiling with a small crinkle to his eyes.

"Now, why would you be sorry for that?"

"Well I uh- I-I didn't um...want to- uh...nothing. It's nothing."

He ends up saying, searching for some excuse to give, because Jason doesn't seem to be mad at him for getting so overeager. He likes this, he likes Jason. His purring stutters a little almost before he just moves to nuzzle at Jason's face again, sighing.

The hands on his throat and hair just feel comforting, he just wants to stay in Jason's hold forever really. He likes staying here, being here with him. It makes him feel good. The purring gets a bit louder when he gets closer to Jason, sighing before moving to kiss him again by the corner of his mouth. Part of him just wants to keep holding the man until he can't anymore. He doesn't want to leave ever again, not for some stupid space trip.

"I missed you...so much."

The purring is comforting and the louder it is the happier Jason feels, really. It means Clarke is happy, that he's comfortable and Jason isn't doing anything wrong. He thinks he could listen to it all day.

He recovers faster from the kiss this time, kissing Clarke back on the nose. What he is caught off guard by is what Clarke says, blinking a bit. He resists the urge to look over at the man's face and see if he's lying because.. he missed him. Jason doesn't think people miss him.

Dick didn't even know him before he died and Bruce.. Bruce doesn't want him alive. Not like this, not so broken. And really, those are the only other people he can think of but.. Clarke missed him. He missed him. He missed Jason.

"I.. I missed you too."

"Space is stupid. I understand why people hate aliens..."

He jokes a little. Honestly Clarke has always felt like he was different from humans, like he was weird in some way, he supposes that finding out he isn't even human in the first place always made sense. He's not like them, part of that just makes him feel worse. He's pushes the thought away, just wanting to be with Jason for now.

"M'sorry for leaving."

"Hm.. I dunno, aliens seem pretty great from where I'm sitting."

He says softly, tucking some of Clarke's hair back and looking at those pointy ears. He finds the alien features cute honestly though he isn't sure if it's in general or because they are on Clarke. Probably a mix of both.

"It's OK.. It wasn't your fault."