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[khajidont]

Jaime's cell phone is more or less plugged riiiight into his brain, so he tends to pick up like 99% of the time! If not, however...

"Hey, Jaime here! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you ASAP."

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[khajidont]

[For a second, he's not sure what to say. Should this make him happy? That Wally's sitting here and telling him that people would die for him, that people who are already on their second chance would walk out and into the belly of the beast for him? It doesn't. He's not so divorced from his own emotions that he wouldn't want people to care for him, doesn't relish every hug and laugh, like it when people go out of their ways to show him kindness, show up when he's sad, even if it's just to sit beside him. Of course he likes those things. He doesn't know what he'd do without them.

But hearing that people would die for him is the opposite of what he wants to hear. Even through the natural fogginess of dreams, he can remember every person he wandered through his own nightmares, and every person, every single one (even Bart, face to face with his oppressors, when running would have been so, so easy) decided to stay and stand beside him. There's a certain logic telling him that his dreams had ended badly because of whatever had caused the dreams in the first place. They weren't supposed to end well, he realizes now, and the way they had acted was twisted and warped, but that doesn't change how it had felt at the time... or how poorly it'd turned out once he woke up, but that's what happens when you shove Hal and Booster in the same room. It's not like he's one of those people who thinks everyone dies around them (the way Ellie thinks, he knows, something he can't even remotely relate to), but it's the same feeling he got when Ken tried to say that one of his reasons for living was to help protect him, someone who happily runs headfirst into danger every time it strikes.

God, he doesn't want to talk about this right now. What he'd wanted to do was to ooze onto his couch and turn his brain to mush for the next eight hours. Was it really so much to ask for to watch so much dumb TV that Netflix had to periodically check whether or not he was still alive?]

I didn't mean it like that, [he says quietly, a sharp little frown tugging at his mouth.] Besides, I wouldn't want any of you guys to...

[He lets out a grumble as he tugs one hand through his hair, trying to put his thoughts in order, because he'd sure as hell die for any of the people Wally had just listed.]

Look, I know, okay? You don't have to tell me twice.

[runningstart]

[Some mean little part in the back of Wally's head kind of finds it funny. He hadn't intended to come over and lecture Jaime about recognizing one's importance to other people, but it's sort of hilarious that Jaime had bust into his house to try and force unwanted realizations on him, and here he's doing the same.

On the other hand, he really thinks this is something Jaime should get. It's a realization much more easily reached on a team. Being in a firefight every other week with people who really actually would die for you has a way of reorganizing one's priorities. Knowing that someone else would take the bullet for you if you didn't get out of the way is great motivation to get better at protecting oneself. And it's not really a good thing to know, or not a happy thing anyway, but it's important. The gravity of it needs to settle in.

Jaime wouldn't be surprised to see him, to hear about Booster, if it had. Maybe that's what being in an invincible bugsuit does to a guy, or maybe it's the result of being lost in space for a year and then coming back to a family who couldn't quite move on.

Whether or not Jaime wants people who'd be willing to die for him, he's got them. Maybe he prefers the solo act, but he'll have to be a lot more lone wolf in personality if he wants to keep that up here. Making friends with people who really do understand what it means to sacrifice oneself for someone else is dangerous. That's something Wally definitely gets.

But Jaime doesn't want to hear it twice, and honestly Wally doesn't want to say it twice so he just pushes against his knees to stand and reaches over to shove Jaime's shoulder.]

'Kay.

[He gathers up his empty backpack and slides it over one shoulder.] I'm gonna head off. I've already seen this episode.

[khajidont]

Yeah, okay.

[Wally, unlike Jaime, at least knows when to back off. It's not like Jaime would be receptive to any more talk like that, or at least not right now, and it will take some time for it to sink in... but at least it's there now, this ugly little thought that will be gnawing at him for some time yet.

At least they're not fighting anymore. That makes him better off than he was a few days ago, he supposes, and it's not like he's going to stop being friends with people because he doesn't want them jumping in front of bullets for him. He hasn't got what it takes to keep up the whole I will hurt the people I love mentality for more than a few hours, at which point he'll get bored and wind up texting someone about fish facts or something equally as inane.]

Thanks for the food.

[runningstart]

[Yeah that's because Wally's best friend in the world is cagey as fuck. Robin needs to be approached gently during all emotional conversations, and then provided a morsel at a time to digest before moving on. Wally's gotten shockingly good at navigating conversations where other people's comfort levels are concerned. ...he just doesn't always employ that skill.]

Yeah.

[Maybe it's a small detail to Jaime, but that Wally's leaving all the food on the couch instead of grabbing some to take with him means a lot. He can count on one hand the number of people he'd share his own food with, and only a couple of them are here in this world. Jaime now makes three.

...okay he's going to take a pack of Twizzlers. But now he's going, thank you very much.] Maybe call Bart soon. He'll feel better after hearing from you. [And out the door he goes.]