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Dick jumped over the back of the couch landing with a short bounce. His greeting of, "Happy Valentine's Day.", earned a grumbled insult from the young teen bundled up on the opposite end.
"You really don't need to be jumping over everything, Dick." A black head peaked out from his blankets, coughing into the blanket clenched in his hand.
Dick shook his head, grinning. "Sorry, Jay." He cocked his head to the side, turning his back seeming to grab something from behind the couch's side. "Do you think some Valentine's chocolate will make up it?" He turned back around with a small heart shaped box of chocolates, one of those obnoxious things that are sold in what had to be every corner store around the globe starting literally the day after Christmas.
Jason coughed into his blanket again, "Valentine's Day was yesterday you idiot." His voice was hoarse, Alfred really was not exaggerating that the younger teen was under the weather.
Dick just laughed, putting the heart shaped box between himself and Jason's curled up form. "I know, Jaybird. I had something to take care of with Bruce and that didn't go so well... and Alfred told you were under the weather..." He paused trying to think of why he was seeming to rant. "Anyways, I thought some chocolate would cheer you up."
Jason coughed, letting himself sink into the back of the couch. Being sick was definitely taking its toll on the boy, who looked like he wanted to melt into the material. "Thank you for the chocolates."
Dick leaning closer, putting his hand on Jason's forehead and down to his right cheek. "I knew it. You're pretty hot, burning up." He said, not noticing the addition of blush to Jason's cheeks as he added, "When was the last time Alfred checked your temperature."
Jason tried to move himself away from Dick, the older removing his hand from his face. "Don't know, maybe an hour ago. When he brought some soup."
Nodding, Dick stood up. "I'm gonna find Alfred, sit tight Little Wing."
A hand ruffled up Jason's bedraggled hair and then he was once again alone in the library. He stared at the chocolates for a moment, letting a hand out of his cocoon to grab the small box, examining the plastic wrapped packaging before removing it. The contents were what Jason expected, about half a dozen or so heart shaped chocolates wrapped in red foil. Grabbing one and unwrapping it, he took a small bite. The confection was sweet and he smiled as he finished the rest of the chocolate heart before hiding the box under his blanket as Dick returned with Alfred.
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Dick looked down at the grave, pulling up the collar of his coat to try and block out the wind. Dick knew that Jason was not buried here anymore, but he had to think that maybe the boy who Jason once was could somehow hear whenever Dick talked to him.
He was pretty sure it was pathetic, talking to the empty grave of a what should have been his little brother. To a boy he could have so much more for if he would have realized it sooner. Been there when he could have helped the most.
"That's has to be my worst fault, Little Wing." Dick looked at the Angel that stood above where Jason should be, or should never have been. Dick no longer knew how to think about Jason's state of being. "Not being there for those who need me. Babs... You... Kori... Donna... Roy... Hell, I have a whole team who needs me and..." He paused. "I don't know what I'm doing here anymore kid."
Pulling something from his pocket, he puts a foil wrapped at the foot of the angel. "It's the day after Valentine's, thought I would leave this for you. I know you're... Well, I know you're not dead; and here I thought I was supposed to be the Prodigal Son." A laugh escapes his lips as he turns around, completely missing the figure watching him from the other side of the cemetery.