It's my own damn fault, mostly. Guess I just don't get why I need it. Like ok, I do, but how many French terrorists or smugglers are gonna pass through Gotham?

[aahhhh see, that's the thing. Jason wouldn't think he was right about all of these things. any of these things. it's Glaïeul who is and has been claiming that they had done nothing wrong. that the attack was completely on them. that they're the victim here, all alone.

that is the issue finally circled back around to. there really is nothing more than that at the heart of it.

Jason didn't get furious when the other had assumed he wasn't attracted. not even a little bit. has Glaïeul really twisted it all up in their head that badly??? now it's even more of a relief that they said they needed help. maybe now they can get it. maybe the Ativan will help too. Jason will do everything in his power to get it for them.]

I think it just happens naturally. Like how we've been doing. Like... I already feel closer to you now than I did before. You showed me your face, told me your name... and I can tell you that I like you.

[it's funny, just downstairs, not long ago, Glaïeul had been thinking of holding Jason, kissing him, laying here with him. strange how that has shifted so much, when all Jason has been doing is appreciating this moment between the two of them and taking in everything that is Glaïeul. they had planned to come up here to lay with each other. what has Jason done or said from downstairs to now that has made Glaïeul hate the thought so much? curious.]

But the romance is the best part.

[he says as he leans in a little, almost shyly.]