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[just_wontsettle]

In the early hours of the morning, the compound silent and still, Jason jolted awake, blinking at the darkened ceiling, his heart beating wildly in his chest. There was a dim light on in the bathroom, the sheets on his floor empty but rumpled, and Jason grunted, shifted onto his side, took a few deep breaths and forced himself to go back to sleep,

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[unchosen_son]

Sam's nose was about as healed as it could be and when he went to find Tim to tell him about that, he couldn't exactly track him down. So when he came across Jason, he figured if anyone knew, it'd be him. Except, by the looks of him, Sam gathered that he knew, alright. It just wasn't pretty.

"Jason?" Sam quietly spoke, already dreading the explanation that was bound to come.

[just_wontsettle]

"Sam," Jason said curtly, hunched and scowling in his chair, parked blocking the elevator doors. "Haven't been by Tim's place lately, by any chance, have you?"

[unchosen_son]

"Stopped by earlier, but he wasn't there," Sam said, the confusion rife in his voice as he tried to figure out exactly what was going on. "Why, what's up?"

Maybe, maybe if he clung so heavily to denial, it wouldn't be what he most feared.

[just_wontsettle]

"He's not here. Anywhere. I think he's gone," Jason said, slowly shaking his head and looking away, his cheek twitching under the force of his tensely clinched jaw.

[unchosen_son]

Sam knew that way better than anyone, considering how often he was getting used to going through it, but that didn't mean it hurt any less to understand. "I'm so sorry," he exhaled, sympathy thick in his voice. "Is there anything that I can maybe do? To help?"