Jason wasn't sure how long it was going to take for the Clark fellow to go and fetch his sister, but he figured that enough time had passed for that to be her at his door. "Come on in!" he called out from his spot on the couch, then groaned just a bit as he turned to see the door. His skin was still littered with bruises and cuts that weren't much more than thin lines by then, but his muscles still ached when he moved and some of those thin lines from cuts were just the top side of slices that bastard had made even through his muscle.
But hey, at least Jason had thought to hide most of that with a pair of pajama pants, a t-shirt, and he even managed to track down a robe for good measure. His sister didn't need to see all of it, it was going to be bad enough showing her his still somewhat busted up face.