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[gadgeteerdevil]

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[Eddie paces. He's too upset now, too keyed up to trust himself. He's stuck, mired in the rage and pain that he was going to distract from with physical pain, and now it's layered under more rage at the apparently magical Dick Grayson's interference.]

[He wants his Jason, but the Hub has decided to keep him today. He knows he can't seek out the Jay he's friends with here -- that Jason has too much shit piled on him right now already.]

[So he paces. And he tries not to think about throwing himself out the nearest window.]

[Fuck.]

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[gadgeteerdevil]

He's over-medicating himself and hiding the fact that he's even doing drugs from you. He could break with reality if he keeps trying to avoid sleep. How could it get worse, really?

[legacy_arrow]

[Connor's pretty sure he can imagine a few scenarios, but he just shakes his head.] You're right. You're right.

... thanks.

[gadgeteerdevil]

Yeah, sure. Thanks for fucking things up and betraying a trust. Par for the course.

We done?

[legacy_arrow]

... I guess we are.

[He pauses.] ... Jason considers you a friend. He doesn't have a lot. But you mean a lot to him. You probably mean even more to your Jason.

[He turns to leave.] Take care of him. But take care of yourself first.

[gadgeteerdevil]

[It's nice to be reminded that he is Jason's friend, this Jason in the Hub, but it also hurts because he knows he's the one who hurt his friend... Eddie hates his double-edged feelings sometimes. A lot of the time.]

[quietly, not expecting to get a response,] I'm trying. It's not easy.

[legacy_arrow]

Then I hope you have someone who can help.

Goodbye, Eddie.

[gadgeteerdevil]

[Eddie nods. He has to say it this way, when he's like this, has to make farewells into a promise...]

See you around, Connor.