[Taking deep breaths, the strokes to his hair did seem to pull him back. Jon's calm voice breaking through the rage, pain and broken sobs. He has his eyes closed, resting his forehead against the other boy’s who for whatever reason was still here. Even after all Damian said and did, what he'd seen in that room, Jon was still here. Apologizing to him for what she did and making him promises to protect him and other stuff they both knew Jon would never do, even to someone as deserving as Talia al Ghul. Suppose the boy was getting desperate to make Damian listen. He swallows back another sob, trying hard to make the tears just stop, but once one got started, it was hard to stop.
He didn’t need protecting and if Talia returns again, he'd be more prepared. He'd stop her just as he did when Grandfather came for him on his 13th birthday. Still, in a time of so much change and uncertainty, to have Jon there solid and unmoving was annoying, but he didn’t think he could come back at all if he wasn't here. This had to stop.
He opens his eyes finally. Tearful, hurt and angry, they look past Jon, at the door once more. He knew everything Jon said was true, but he just couldn’t think rationally right now. Not when just this piece of wood was separating him from his living nightmare. He had to get away. Eyes finally move back to focus on Jon's own.]
Get me out of here. [He orders lowly, managing to get his voice steady enough to say it. He doesn’t care where, but he knows he needs to go.]
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He didn’t need protecting and if Talia returns again, he'd be more prepared. He'd stop her just as he did when Grandfather came for him on his 13th birthday. Still, in a time of so much change and uncertainty, to have Jon there solid and unmoving was annoying, but he didn’t think he could come back at all if he wasn't here. This had to stop.
He opens his eyes finally. Tearful, hurt and angry, they look past Jon, at the door once more. He knew everything Jon said was true, but he just couldn’t think rationally right now. Not when just this piece of wood was separating him from his living nightmare. He had to get away. Eyes finally move back to focus on Jon's own.]
Get me out of here. [He orders lowly, managing to get his voice steady enough to say it. He doesn’t care where, but he knows he needs to go.]