( where he's heading is no one's goddamn business.
jason does look in slightly better shape than he had last time march had seen him: there's less blood, and a lot of the bruising has died down, if not disappeared entirely. his right arm is in a sling, but it doesn't bother him much. not as much as everything else does; his mouth's twisted into an ugly scowl as march starts towards him, looking significantly too pleased with himself. gross.
especially because it doesn't quite meet his eyes. jason stops in place, boots half-buried in snow and the hood of his jacket thrown up over messy hair. narrows his eyes as he watches him. like he's expecting the worst, because - he always is. )
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jason does look in slightly better shape than he had last time march had seen him: there's less blood, and a lot of the bruising has died down, if not disappeared entirely. his right arm is in a sling, but it doesn't bother him much. not as much as everything else does; his mouth's twisted into an ugly scowl as march starts towards him, looking significantly too pleased with himself. gross.
especially because it doesn't quite meet his eyes. jason stops in place, boots half-buried in snow and the hood of his jacket thrown up over messy hair. narrows his eyes as he watches him. like he's expecting the worst, because - he always is. )
What.