Jason wasn’t a mind reader, but never wished to be one because working through his own thoughts was enough for him to do. He respects those that can handle it, but he does wonder what was going through Roy’s head right now. He never saw the archer like that before, not knowing just how bad it got when he was DEAD. He takes the flowers though, moving away from his position against the wall. He smiles as he smells them, already moving to quickly get a vase filled with water from the kitchen for them. He comes back a few minutes later, and places them on the coffee table. His eyes turns back to Roy, and listens. “You’ve gone soft, Harper. You didn’t have to do all of this for me, but I will always accept food and new weaponry. Thank you, love.” He answers as he leans in to kiss Roy’s cheek before this all got serious.
“You don’t have to apologize to me. I was just worried, and didn’t understand that something happened to you too. I didn’t realize how much my death truly hurt you. This doesn’t change anything, but we can talk about it if you want? My death — would that help?”
“Not for everyone.” Roy says simply, a small, somewhat shaky smile on his face. He likes to think that, after all this time, he knows Jason pretty well - and the man doesn’t seem angry right now which is a huge relief. Not that Roy would blame him if he was, but - he’s definitely glad that he’s not. It makes this entire conversation much easier to even think about. “Besides, I - I wanted to. And not just because I was about the worst fiance in the world.” He sighs, his smile fading. Jason might not be mad at him, but Roy’s definitely mad at himself - whatever made him forget who he was, where he was, everything that’s happened over the past twenty-plus years, - it doesn’t matter. It’s not an excuse for the things he said. “Anything for you, Jason. I mean it.”
He shakes his head quickly, stepping closer to Jason and reaching for his hands. “No, no - it’s okay. I - I came to terms with that a long time ago, Jason.” Roy assures him, holding onto Jason’s hands tight - partially in fear that if he doesn’t, the man he loves might just slip away. “I.. I don’t know why, I don’t know what happened, but I really - genuinely thought I was a kid again, and you were gone. I thought - Ollie had just left, I thought everyone had abandoned me, I... I thought I was still an addict, Jay. And when I saw you - and you didn’t look the way I remembered back then, I just.. I don’t know. I could hardly deal with losing you back then. I guess seeing you when I thought you were gone was just - too much.” Roy can’t help but sigh softly, trying to find the words. “You’re really not mad?”
