Jason fell to his knees, feeling uncomfortably weak. Standing up or running away or even just throwing the phone seemed an impossible task; instead he continued to stare at the phone, even though he couldn't see it. In his mind's eye, he could see himself buying it; after spending so long accidentally stealing her pager (and having her steal his) he'd decided to just get a second cell phone for work. He'd come home to find Cassandra proudly announcing that she'd solved their problem of constantly stealing the other's pager, by simply switching to a second cell phone just for work.
It was such a tiny thing. But maybe that's why it'd been effective. He built up all kinds of defenses against feeling her absence that missing one tiny aspect was enough to affect him. There'd be no more confusion. No calls during his lunchbreak to tell her who'd called. No afternoons spent trading phones and stealing a few minutes for kisses. No nights together fighting crime.
No more Cassandra.
Jason took a great, shuddering breath and rested his head against Death's shoulder.