( closed ) worse than you've ever been

[reneger]

Who: jason todd & misc
What: a catch-all
When: january-march
Where: milton, mostly.

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[reneger]

"You can barely keep yourself alive, Timmy." It's not telling Tim he can't, because Jason - well, he wouldn't. Honestly, the dog'll probably be good for him. A reason not to just half-ass his way through keeping himself in one piece, as opposed to whatever state of existence this is. Damian'd probably bitch and complain, but he's not here to voice the sentiment - and he'd get over it when he figured out Tim's not doing a completely shit job of taking care of his little guy.

The dog isn't objecting, so Jason yanks off his gloves. Runs his thumbs over the wound to look for glass pieces that may have embedded themselves into it and when he comes back with nothing, opts to gently wrap it so it's not exposed. Figures, that's good enough for now. They can clean it properly when they're not out in the middle of fucking nowhere.

Hands press against his knees, and Jason pulls himself up to his feet just in time for him to catch the sound of another wolfdog howling outside. His head tips towards the noise, but he doesn't respond to it. Instead, he shoves his gloves back on. Walks back over to Tim.

"Time to get going. Get up."

He can't leave Tim out here by himself, but he can't stay longterm either.