@mieczlw: this is real, i’m real. look at me.
jason's panic is palpable , if not from the panicked breaths then from the way that the room is quickly getting warmer , heat quickly beginning to radiate off of the boy. he's gotten better at controlling his powers over the years , but when those intense moments hit it's impossible to completely control them. eyes are squeezed shut , mind racing through images of past trauma , digging up things he'd rather forget. small body trembles , curled into a ball and doing all he can to avoid existing in reality. he'd always been traumatized , but his time on the streets had only made it worse , had only given him more trauma. the smallest of things can be enormous triggers , fear and panic so quick to rise at the sight or sound of anything that reminds him of his past.
he whimpers , shakes his head , as if his father's words couldn't possibly be true. but he can feel the desperation , the sincerity , in miecz's tone. it's enough to make him risk it , to make him slowly and timidly open his eyes , cautiously looking up at the man in front of him. there's no doubt that it's his dad , but still jason has to stare for a while before he processes it , tears streaking down his cheeks as he takes in every feature on his father's face. the heat in the room slowly starts to settle , or at the very least stops rising , as jason starts to come to terms with the reality of it all , with the fact that his father is there and he's safe and none of that stuff from his past can hurt him. he still shakes , still cries , his feelings far too big for him to be able to control them that much. he looks around the room , further confirmation of his own safety , of what's real. " teddy. " quiet voice is shaky with fear , the desire for comfort fighting hard with the fear of being touched. he wants to hold his father , to be cradled in his arms and feel safe , but for now all he can do is ask for his teddy bear , pray that that's enough.