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"YOU'RE GOING ALREADY?"
He says nothing, so you sit up a little, lean forward a tad, and scoot just a bit closer.
"Don't you wanna stay a little longer? Rest for a while?"
The sound of his belt buckle clicking into place makes you wince, and the prolonged silence that answers you is heavy enough to pull your lips down.
"I can make you something. Tea? Or—or coffee?"
You're scrambling, you know, desperately searching for something to reel him in, to keep him close, to not have to let him go.
But he's slipping. God, he's slipping right through your fingertips, and there's not a single thing you can do to stop him.
And this is your fault, really. You went into this knowing the consequences, knowing that Jason Todd is not a man to be had, or held, or kept. He's too slippery for that. Too allusive. And yet still, you stayed. You stayed in some small, stupid semblance of hope that maybe, just possibly, he'd stick around for you. Change his ways.
Come to love you.
God, what a stupid thought.
"'M fine."
You look up, and he's fully dressed now, helmet over his head and filter distorting his voice until you can no longer hear the real him, until yet another wall stands tall between you and him.
It's so cold—your bed, your body, your heart. They're all so cold without him.
Your covers pool at your waist, exposing your naked upper half to the breeze that passes through your door as he opens it, not a single damn second of hesitation in his actions.
And as you softly call out to him, beg and plead for him to stay with just a single whisper of his name, that hesitation continues to prove to be non-existent, the door to your room clicking shut without a pause in his actions at all.
And once again, you find yourself all alone in your cold, barren apartment.