[The way that Kori looks at him is unsettling. It's one thing to have that over the lockets. It's another thing to have it in person, with her standing right there. While he's met and been carried by her before, there is something to the familiarity of the way she looks at him that he just ... doesn't like. What the hell happens after Gotham, after his plan with Hush, that makes this happen? Is it that? Is it the multiverse?
He has considered both possibilities. He's told her one, but he hasn't thrown the other out the window. Either way, that still makes him someone she doesn't know. He hasn't lived it, and he's lived here. Between Morla's changes of his physiology, his knowledge of magic, and his desperation to save that same damn multiverse by helping his friends find their shard knowledge or whatever else, he knows one thing for certain: there is no way that he'd be someone she knows.]
Right. If I give you something, that means you're going to listen. Pay attention. Don't go walking out. [Condescension readily enters his voice. If he looks down on her, he'll have control over this. If he looks down on her, he can feel better about the fact that he's hurting someone who he once wanted to be able to call a friend.
(These days, Donna is the only one he would even label that way, and it's a flimsy attempt.)
Jason moves to pull out two glasses and draws out am amber colored liquid. He fills both (short) glasses half-way. A bit later, he murmurs an ice spell and drops an ice cube in each glass. One is left on his desk, and he carries the other over to her, extending it toward her with the greatest amount of distance kept between them.]
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He has considered both possibilities. He's told her one, but he hasn't thrown the other out the window. Either way, that still makes him someone she doesn't know. He hasn't lived it, and he's lived here. Between Morla's changes of his physiology, his knowledge of magic, and his desperation to save that same damn multiverse by helping his friends find their shard knowledge or whatever else, he knows one thing for certain: there is no way that he'd be someone she knows.]
Right. If I give you something, that means you're going to listen. Pay attention. Don't go walking out. [Condescension readily enters his voice. If he looks down on her, he'll have control over this. If he looks down on her, he can feel better about the fact that he's hurting someone who he once wanted to be able to call a friend.
(These days, Donna is the only one he would even label that way, and it's a flimsy attempt.)
Jason moves to pull out two glasses and draws out am amber colored liquid. He fills both (short) glasses half-way. A bit later, he murmurs an ice spell and drops an ice cube in each glass. One is left on his desk, and he carries the other over to her, extending it toward her with the greatest amount of distance kept between them.]