He's out for a few hours. Not long enough to get a good amount of sleep, but long enough to help him recharge a bit. Even better: it gets Jason off his legs and lets his body rest. Considering the broken ribs, the broken arm, and the multiple wounds he's been recovering from over the last several weeks - well. He needs it.

But Jason suffers from being a paranoid asshole: he can't stay down for long, even when it is the kind of passing out that leaves him as dead weight on some guy's couch. He's out until he isn't, but like any well-trained Robin, he knows damn well not to make it obvious he's woken up. His breathing pattern stays steady, and he listens to any noise in the room around him. Any hints that anyone is anywhere near him. His arms twitch, then his legs. Verifying nothing is keeping him here by force. One never knows when they've been kidnapped, after all, and this wasn't a planned nap. Once he's sure he's free to go and there is no one around to catch him slinker off and out of the house, he sits up slow.

Pulls himself up to his feet with a quick look around, and lets himself on out.

So he can never talk about this again.