[Roy frowned regretfully, sucking his cheeks in, chewing anxiously even with mostly pursed lips. This isn’t how he wanted it to go— he hadn’t meant to sound upset, he just found it hard to fall back in line with the way things were here. Roy had gotten used to boundaries— to setting boundaries for others, not letting them in. He forgot that this was supposedly his family, that the Outlaws who had been hurt by so many others, didn’t keep themselves from those they loved.] “I know. I’m sorry, Jaybird. I— I’m still getting used to it. The arm. It’s kinda a sore spot. Didn’t mean to take it out on you. [He sighed deeply, pulled in a strong breath, filling his chest before exhaling once again, slowly as he looked over at Jason again.] “I want to stay… I think I just.. had to remind myself it’s different here.”
[His demeanor changed at Roy’s words; Jay visibly relaxed, his face slipping back into a smile.] “Different? For your froggy ass, maybe. Hasn’t changed from what we always were, Harp. You’re my brother, and that won’t change.”
[He meant it, for the most part. Maybe Roy wouldn’t return to being a vigilante. Maybe he’d take a supporting role, who knew. The surprise for Jay was, he didn’t really care. Roy wasn’t dead. That was all that mattered.]
and all of this will never be the same again 