"It's better than nothing, Abby," he told her firmly because she needed to understand that. "And one day, you'll see something ahead of time and you can derail it. Or make it better. And then you'll see that you're pretty awesome, even if your powers are... shitty to you." He thought about his own powers, the burns he was left with after using some of his abilities for too long, how he was littered with scars from the missions he'd been on over his decade - or so - with the Regiment.
Catching the blush crossing her cheeks but not wanting to embarrass her further, Jason just sort of half-rolled onto his side, fishing out another sandwich from the bag and lying back, propping his head up with one hand, the soda on the ground beside him and sandwich on his stomach.
"I might just do that," he mused, looking up at the clouds as they rolled lazily overhead, tracking one that looked a little bit like a rabbit across the sky.