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[For Jason] Post-TR Day

Lux doesn't have a watch. She'd not been wearing one the day she turned up, fresh from a midnight swim, and she doesn't know what time it is aside from that it's late.

Really late. Late enough that Baze might start to worry if he wasn't so busy trying to hump that Kate chick so that he can go make a new family with her and her baby and her stupid hut with its stupid palm fronds.

Distantly, Lux understands that having these thoughts means two things: She's a cliche, and she's drunk.

Neither of those things seem to matter much, though, when held against the fact that it's so damned hot here, humidity creeping up under the thin fabric of her sundress and making her skin sticky. Tromping through the jungle, she pauses to lift the weight of her hair from the nape of her neck and then realizes as she stares into the inky darkness that she's got absolutely no idea where she is.

"Oh, just great," she spits out, dropping her hair to fling both arms out in an emphatic gesture that there is no one to see.

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"No," Lux decisively insists, catching herself on Jason's shirt when her feet fail her. Swallowing, she looks up to him again, expression sobered and fingers still clasped into fabric.

"I'm just sad," she admits, then slants her gaze away again.

Did he miss it? Did Baze make it back to Lux in the time that Jason tracked Boyd to the Compound, is she sad because she knows what happened? For one wild moment Jason actually feels elated, shocked that he's not alone in this but pleased all the same, and then he realizes that she can't possibly be that well informed, and even if she is, wouldn't mourn the loss of a man like Boyd. She doesn't even like swinging up into the trees.

"But why?"

"Because…" Lux begins, then hesitates, a rush of tangled emotions hitting her and making it difficult to speak. "Because," she repeats, more firmly, her brow knitting. "Because I'd just got a real family and now they're gone! And Baze is hooking up with some FLOOZY with a BABY, and he's got a JOB with another floozy and a HUT and what does he need me for, huh?" she asks, flinging one graceless arm through the air. "I'll tell you what he needs me for: NOTHING. Not a thing. NADA." She shakes her head emphatically, blonde hair bouncing.

"But hey, fine," she drawls with an exaggerated shrug. "Fiiiiiine. I'm an adult here, I can get drunk and hang in the jungle with stalkers if I WANT."

Jason doesn't correct her this time, settles for lifting her bodily over the next root and it'd be a hell of a lot easier if they found a proper path, but he's kind of enjoying himself. She's like a little bomb he doesn't know when will go off, and she clings to him in a way that makes his perpetual fucking loneliness seem further away.

"If that's true than he's a bastard," he says and means it. Jason ran out of sympathy for unappreciative fathers long ago.

The manhandling Lux accepts without question, but the dissing of Baze she takes immediate issue with, wheeling to land a solid smack to Jason's arm. "Hey!" she yells, failing to see the irony, "He is not, shut up!" Nobody gets to call her dad a bastard but her, even if it is true.

"It's not his fault," she adds, tone more subdued, and turns to march resolutely through the foliage. In the completely wrong direction.

It doesn't even hurt, but Jason stands stock still for a moment in shock before flipping neatly to land in front of her.

"Only dinosaurs that way," he says, feet set resolutely between her and the path she apparently wants to take. Truth be told, drunkenly running off to see the dinosaurs makes more sense to him than the rest of what she's saying. "Then whose fault is it?"

Lux lets out a shriek and stumbles backwards two steps. Someday, perhaps, she will get used to the flipping around and jumping from trees; today is not that day.

"Life!" she shouts, bolstered by a sudden rush of irritation at the fact that he's not only in her way, but being simultaneously sensible and hot. One or the other, dude. Both at once is just unfair.

"Why do you keep yelling at me?" Jason shouts back, immobile yet still managing to sulk impressively, eyes wide, mouth pulled down, and breathing harder than a simple leap could ever warrant.

Cheeks flushed, Lux opens her mouth to hurl something—Anything—back at him, then falters, emotion closing her throat. She visibly deflates, chin wobbling, and sucks in a shuddering breath.

"He's going to forget about me," she manages, voice thready, and wipes fiercely at the tears welling unbidden in her eyes. "He didn't want me in the first place and he isn't going to want me now."

If anything, Jason starts breathing harder, panic like he doesn't know how to deal with stuttering in his chest. Fuck, she's crying? It's not often that he envies Dick his people skills, but Jason does now, right down to his toes.

"You could, uh," he says, eyes dropping to her hands which are far less upsetting than her wide, red eyes. "You could live with me. If you needed to." Fathers move on all the time, Jason had two sets to prove it, but even so he has a hard time seeing that happening to Lux. Then again, she is out in the jungle all alone, drunk and stumbling. "It'll be okay."

It's such an odd thing to offer under the circumstances that it actually shocks Lux out of the crying jag she'd been preparing to embark upon. Wiping at her cheeks, she stares at Jason in wide-eyed disbelief. The idea of living with anyone other than Baze is ludicrous, of course, but the generosity makes her forget for the moment about her insecurities.

"Thank you," she says, voice damp. "I'm sorry I yelled at you."

"It's...okay," Jason repeats, less certainly this time, and searches his pockets even though he knows he doesn't have a damn thing to soak up her tears.

"Are you okay?" he asks, taking a furtive step forward. "Do you want to walk some more?"

"Yeah," she quietly agrees, peering up at Jason as he steps closer, then stepping in meet him, the toes of their shoes almost touching. "Why are you stalking me, really?" she asks, watching his eyes, her own more bright and alert than they've been since he first found her crashing through the trees.

"M'not." Jason shakes his head, and for a moment his eyes are as sad as her own, and then he looks away again. "I wasn't expecting to find anybody out here. I'm not sorry I did," he adds, already learning to avoid her confusing ire. "Nobody's usually out this late."

"I'm glad you're here," she admits, trying to follow his gaze. The last month has been so much more lonely than she expected, with Baze so often preoccupied and no friends. It almost makes her miss school, a little.

She shows so much on her face, and Jason looks down at her, something akin to fascination in his own expression. Some are meant for the domino, others the mask, and still others, apparently, to wear everything in the open. He wants to think she's stupid for it, but mostly he just thinks she's going to get hurt.

"Me too," he says, and tugs his mouth up in a smile. "What would you do if some animal decided to jump you? Can't shout them away."

This Lux gives careful consideration, her expression screwing up in confusion. "But you'd be there," she finally asserts, wondering how he missed that bit, seeing as he's the one leaping from trees and chasing off pigs. "You watch me leave my house."

"Starting to think you want me to," Jason grins down at her. He tugs her back under his arm, figuring a solid hold on her will keep her wandering off if he's not allowed to fly her home.

"Maybe I won't be there. Man's gotta sleep some time."

"I'm sweaty," Lux mentions, conveniently ignoring Jason's logical remarks. She plucks the fabric of her skirt between graceless fingers and flutters it away from her skin to try and get a breeze beneath it. "It's so hot here alllll. The. Time. You're hot." Despite this, she makes no move to remove his arm.

Jason laughs, picks up her hair on a whim and blows on the back of her neck. It raises goosebumps along her skin, and Jason stares, almost reaching up to touch before he wonders what the fuck he thinks he's doing.

"Yeah."

A small shiver winds its way up Lux's spine, and for a blissfully oblivious moment she enjoys the cool air across her damp skin and thinks nothing of it. Drunken mind catching up, she realizes that Jason has hold of her hair and that he'd been blowing across her neck, which while nice, wasn't the most normal thing for someone you're not dating to do. Lux turns her head to cast him a quizzical glance.

"Are we going to make out now? Because I'd kind of like to be prepared for that."

"What?" It's a fair question, Jason realizes, and shame washes through him, hotter than any humid jungle air could ever be. "Sorry, I just - " He lets go of her, catching only the edge of her sleeve to try guiding her along. "I just wanted to cool you down."

It's a pretty flimsy excuse and Lux isn't sure she buys it, but Jason looks so abashed about the whole thing and he's pulled his arm from around her so quickly that she lets it be.

"It's okay," she tries to reassure him, pausing to bend down and jerk one of her sandals from her feet so that she can dislodge the pebble caught between her toes. "I'm kind of drunk, I don't know if I'd be any good at it," she says, still bent over and shaking out her shoe. "It might make me better."

"How can you do it bad?" Jason asks, surprised enough to laugh. He's only ever kissed Talia, and while his feelings about it after have been...mixed, at the time it was undeniably good, and Jason flushes a little hotter.

"Oh trust me, you can," Lux emphatically declares as she slides her sandal back on, momentarily wobbling in place before popping back up again. "I kissed a guy once and it was really wet. It was like I just slid right off of there," she explains with a swoop of one hand. "That was because of him, not because of me," she hastens to add, leveling Jason with a serious gaze. "I'm an amazing kisser, no contest."

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