Re: quicklog: jason t/gwen s
[Jason's head rolled back, and he sighed at the ceiling.] I have faith in you. [He did. He also worried about her pretty much constantly, which, as far as he was concerned, was completely her fault after the constant imminent death talk. He groaned when she reminded him how she wasn't as good as she thought she was and how she was definitely going to die.] You need to stop that. [ Both things. Anybody who told her she wasn't good at science wasn't helping, and that in itself made him want to get this Hels chick alone for a few minutes and set her straight. Also, if Gwen didn't stop insisting that she didn't die one way or another way because that wasn't how the fates aligned, he was going to start picking fights with everybody who looked at her funny. Even on a good day, fate and destiny set his teeth on edge. When Gwen talked about how her death helped other people, when she waxed poetic on its inevitability, it made him want to put his fist through the banister. He always had a hard time reminding himself that not everybody was destined to drop out of his life, that not everybody died or turned their back on you. Imagining Gwen's death over and over again didn't make those fears a lick better, and when he got worried, it tended to make him more angry than anything else.]
Forced by what? [But details, it seemed, would come later. She was already hopping up on the banister, and he stood quickly as she clambered on. She smiled, and -]
Christ -
[He ran forward, hitting the railing a moment later, leaning over the edge with an instinctive expression of flat panic.]