Re: Osborn Estate: Jason/Gwen/Bruce + Harry
Gwen's slow rise from sleep made Jason smile a little in spite of everything, right up until the couch turned into a bed. He didn't start, but he did slowly stand up again, giving the sweet little girl a small smile. Oh yeah, this was still bad. This was still very bad.
The word 'sedation' hit Jason like slap, and his expression flashed open concern, confusion, and anger. "Sedation?" he said, sure he couldn't have heard her right. How was drugging her up going to help her get a handle on this? What were they going to do next, put her to sleep? He'd been on edge when he showed up, and the thought of somebody drugging Gwen so she couldn't protest to anything they did to her, that didn't sit with him. Not at all.
Bruce seemed weirdly calm about this whole thing, and he glanced over at him for backup or a reaction, something, even as the tiny, sweet little blonde child handed him a plastic teacup full to the brim with imaginary oolong. Bruce just remarked on his readings, though, leaving Jason off-balance. Was this not a big deal? How could this not be a big deal? Or was Bruce just trying not to freak her out?
He did agree, though, that Emily might be best off out of the room. "Thanks," he said, belatedly, to the tea. He stood for a moment, then set the tea aside. He didn't think much about it, but there was care in the gesture, as if she really had filled the cup with tea. "Hey honey, do you want to show me the way to the stairs?" He figured her bedroom was probably up there, and if he got her into the hall she'd lose interest in the tea party and go clambering up after the rest of her toys, leaving the adults to chat. The few young kids at the warehouse back home would drop almost anything to get to their toys once reminded that they existed.