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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]

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.]