of course he’s been more protective of jason than usual since he came back. gar had lost him before, and he had nightmares about losing him again -- about going through that pain again. at least jason was here, though. he had him back, and it was nice for him to see that his sense of humour hadn’t died.
gar rolled his eyes, stabling jason with an arm around his shoulders when he went to sit. ❝ i’m not dressing like a fuckin’ slutty nurse, dude. ❞ he laughed. ❝ no nurse costume, no sponge bath, and it was supposed to be no getting out of bed. but i guess i’ll loosen the rules on one of those. ❞ diana waddled over, hopping up on the couch next to jason, nose burying under his hand again -- wanting to be pet. ❝ you coulda just called me into the bedroom, y’know? ❞ gar muttered, head leaning on jason’s shoulder.