Or he probably won't. Regardless of whatever verbal disagreement Jason's giving, he's letting Bigby manhandle his arm around the other's shoulders, less out of wanting to be manhandled and more out of - the lack of adrenaline, the blood loss, how fucking cold it is out here. It's not the kind of cold one just adjusts, but the kind that people die in when they're out in it too long. Not that he's concerned with the cold freezing him to death, it just - makes an already lethargic Jason less enthused to fight off some guy who feels the need to baby him.
He walks fine, at least; each step is stable, and he instinctively follows Bigby's gait, like he's used to blindly being dragged along. It's not trust but habit. Which speaks loud enough on its own: this isn't the first, nor the last time Jason'll find himself full of holes after a stupid fight. Even if this one was more recreational than anything else: Logan needed an outlet, Jason needed one, and Wynonna was just fine tagging along and getting into shenanigans with them.
Lips press together tight, his fucked (broken, even if he's not casting it) arm raising to shove the side of his hand against the bridge of his nose with a pained hiss.
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Or he probably won't. Regardless of whatever verbal disagreement Jason's giving, he's letting Bigby manhandle his arm around the other's shoulders, less out of wanting to be manhandled and more out of - the lack of adrenaline, the blood loss, how fucking cold it is out here. It's not the kind of cold one just adjusts, but the kind that people die in when they're out in it too long. Not that he's concerned with the cold freezing him to death, it just - makes an already lethargic Jason less enthused to fight off some guy who feels the need to baby him.
He walks fine, at least; each step is stable, and he instinctively follows Bigby's gait, like he's used to blindly being dragged along. It's not trust but habit. Which speaks loud enough on its own: this isn't the first, nor the last time Jason'll find himself full of holes after a stupid fight. Even if this one was more recreational than anything else: Logan needed an outlet, Jason needed one, and Wynonna was just fine tagging along and getting into shenanigans with them.
Lips press together tight, his fucked (broken, even if he's not casting it) arm raising to shove the side of his hand against the bridge of his nose with a pained hiss.
"What's your deal anyway?"