i_holdgrudges I'm not okay. [Open to Midnighter]
Either Jason's natural affinity for the city streets was leading him, or the City itself was being particularly kind. Either way, his blind sprint through the backstreets, half-blinded by tears, had led him to the back of Midnighter's appartement building. He took a moment to stop, catch his breath, and try to remember what floor his new friend lived on, before shooting his grapple at the balcony. He hoped he was right.
He landed perfectly, flipping himself over the iron railing and standing still for a moment, before the violent shudders began. He looked down at his hands, willing them to stop shaking, before letting out a strangled sob. One hand began tearing at the front of his costume, the other scrabbling at the door. By the time he made it into the kitchen, no doubt alerting Midnighter and half the neighbourhood, he had stripped down to his light vest and armoured shorts.
He leaned against the refrigerator and let himself slide down to the cool floor, no longer holding back the tears.
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He landed perfectly, flipping himself over the iron railing and standing still for a moment, before the violent shudders began. He looked down at his hands, willing them to stop shaking, before letting out a strangled sob. One hand began tearing at the front of his costume, the other scrabbling at the door. By the time he made it into the kitchen, no doubt alerting Midnighter and half the neighbourhood, he had stripped down to his light vest and armoured shorts.
He leaned against the refrigerator and let himself slide down to the cool floor, no longer holding back the tears.
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