“That sucks,” Jason muttered. “Still. At least you know lost time is a vision and not ‘cause you’re getting probed by aliens. That’d suck more.” He grinned but when she mentioned being late that smile did fade a bit. “Abs, it doesn’t matter. You can’t save everyone, at least with the drawing this time you were one of the first to know what was happening. Meant that the alarm could get raised more quickly or something, right? Just ‘cause you’re late to the party doesn’t mean you don’t have any impact on it.”
But being positive sometimes about things he didn’t really understand was hard.
“Damn, it’s not true?” He managed to look disappointed before he laughed and waved a hand, sipping his drink where he was propped up on one elbow, still reclined back onto the grass. “Here I was hoping that you’d fix the basketball problem.”
He indicated the bag with his chin. “Help yourself. Sandwiches in there, and potato chips. And some chocolate, I think. I just grabbed a handful of stuff.” The more he thought about it, the more he realised there were more than the two sandwiches he’d originally thought of bringing. “Good that you’re hungry, though, help yourself.”