Jason gave a hum of confirmation when Ben described Barbara, because even if she hadn’t been the Barbara he knew, that was definitely her. His gaze followed Ben’s hand as he lifted it to tap again his temple, brow furrowing slightly but he stayed quiet and let Ben speak uninterrupted. Then when dying was brought up, the corner of his mouth twitched.
“Yeah, dying’s a bitch.” He assumed that was something past-Goodland him might have bonded with Ben over, as had been mentioned earlier. Not a whole lot of people with that shared life experience. “Let’s definitely avoid that.” He ran his hand over his face, shrugging a shoulder. “I get it. Stuff sucks, having that bullshit happy whatever fucking with us a few days… kind of makes normal feel worse now it’s gone.”