"Don't want it to go away," he said, barely comprehensible through his tears. It was that little bit of Bruce that stuck with all of his kids as time went on. You could get over it, you could move past it, you could stop crying and laugh and smile again, but you could even accept it, but it would always be there.
Jason squeezed her hand softly, as if noticing it for the first time. It was comforting to have her there, even if it was only to have a shoulder to cry on. Later, he would probably wish that he'd told her so then, and later still he would probably mention it. Right now, he did no more than accept the small comfort she offered. "I miss her, D."