“Yeah, man I realize. Guess the novelty’s worn off.” [He sighs, hates how aggravated he sounds, hates his self loathing just a little bit less.] “Sorry, Jaybird just— look. Can we talk about something that’s not my arm? I’m pleading here…” [And he knew exactly how he sounded, and while his arm was pretty freaking cool, it was still a sore spot from time to time, and Roy had had enough emotional exertion for now to last him the rest of his life.]
[Jason stared at Roy for a good ten seconds before finally looking away, clearing his throat.] “Yeah, sure thing, Bud. No worries.” [An awkward pause follows; Jason realizes, for the first time, that Roy no longer felt comfortable around someone he used to call his brother. Jay’s eyes closed, and his breath caught in his throat for just a half second before he opened them again.] “Look, don’t feel obligated to stay. You’re more than welcome to be here, but I’m not trying to piss you off.” [He downs his drink, the glass clacking loudly against the bar top. Instead of refilling it, he grabbed the bottle, carrying it off a ways from Roy.] “Stay or go. I’m not gonna push it.”
and all of this will never be the same again 