โwell thereโs your problemโasking.โ
a playful pout, but then there was an eye roll. jasonโs questions bring him briefly back to the events of nightly exploits, the heavy handed swing of a bat, a strong kick to stomach. sigh.
โit wasnโt just one person. multiple. i won, though.โ
"didn't think to just ask me?"
not that jason cared, what were the weight of a head against own lap? a drop in an ocean. opposing hand finds itself upon briar's armsโค bruises and all.
"who got you this time?"
โnoโฆโ
a murmur, healing bruises decorating his pallid skin. the touch brings a sigh of relief, copper red locks shifting side to side beneath jasonโs delicate touch.
โjust wanted an excuse to make you pet my head.โ