"Yeah." He felt exhausted, which was something that hadn't happened in years. He never really felt tired, as a rule. Mostly Jason felt energized until he got hungry or sleepy, at which point he either ate or passed out. But this was draining in a much different way, one he didn't have any powers to prevent.
He'd been Death. He should have been better equipped for this. He wasn't. "Thanks." They stood up together and Death walked him into his bedroom, where she all but tucked him in. He wanted to ask for help, not that she would have been able to provide it, but held back. The emptiness of his bed made falling asleep that much more tempting, lest he start thinking about her again.