[ Not enough; that's what they have done. If I comforted him at all, Prime was just as unhappy about what happened and the goddamn poll as Jason would be if he knew the shit that went on back then. (Yeah, for once he's going to keep his mouth shut about that. Probably. That's more suited for a 3rd date conversation.
Even Prime knows that sun-ish days are as rare in Gotham as spotting a unicorn. He's quite enjoying it because he always feels more comfortable during daylight hours, where he doesn't need to worry so much about his powers getting drained. Being locked up next to Red Suns or in total darkness has left him with a bit of PTSD, which he is often ignoring.
Not only is he floating in front of the window a few feet away from it so he's perfectly visible to Jason, but he's also grinning at Jason from ear to ear like the confident idiot he is. He's backlit by the sun and it's rays are bouncing off the metal of his pauldrons and that curl that falls over his forehead,. Prime's thinking just how nice and cinematic this probably looks, because that's the sort of thing that often goes through his head. He's also holding a steaming Styrofoam cup. ]
Ah, but I brought you some tea.
[ Don't ask him how he knows Jason likes tea more than coffee. But if the grumpy bat wants an espresso just to be contrary, Prime could also go and fetch one real quick. He floats closer until he's within reach, holding out the cup as some kind peace offering, eyes looking at Jason up and down with interest, then at the cigarette. ]
That can't be healthy, you know. [ Not like Prime really minds the other smoking; it suits Jason's style and the whole rebel vibe, to be honest. He just likes to tug on Jason's metaphorical pigtails. ]
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and the goddamn pollas Jason would be if he knew the shit that went on back then. (Yeah, for once he's going to keep his mouth shut about that. Probably. That's more suited for a 3rd date conversation.Even Prime knows that sun-ish days are as rare in Gotham as spotting a unicorn. He's quite enjoying it because he always feels more comfortable during daylight hours, where he doesn't need to worry so much about his powers getting drained. Being locked up next to Red Suns or in total darkness has left him with a bit of PTSD, which he is often ignoring.
Not only is he floating in front of the window a few feet away from it so he's perfectly visible to Jason, but he's also grinning at Jason from ear to ear like the confident idiot he is. He's backlit by the sun and it's rays are bouncing off the metal of his pauldrons and that curl that falls over his forehead,. Prime's thinking just how nice and cinematic this probably looks, because that's the sort of thing that often goes through his head. He's also holding a steaming Styrofoam cup. ]
Ah, but I brought you some tea.
[ Don't ask him how he knows Jason likes tea more than coffee. But if the grumpy bat wants an espresso just to be contrary, Prime could also go and fetch one real quick. He floats closer until he's within reach, holding out the cup as some kind peace offering, eyes looking at Jason up and down with interest, then at the cigarette. ]
That can't be healthy, you know. [ Not like Prime really minds the other smoking; it suits Jason's style and the whole rebel vibe, to be honest. He just likes to tug on Jason's metaphorical pigtails. ]