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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]

[Jaime's not sure where Bart's getting his information from. As far as he's concerned, the Porter's always had control over space and time, and it's in control the whole time, more like a Motherbox than anything they can properly understand. The Motherbox had sent him hurtling between planets like nothing, and it had been a cube he could hold in his hands. He's beyond understanding one consistent way this sort of thing works.

It makes sense for it not to make sense. He'd met people from an alternate future, after all. But, honestly, he doesn't want to start talking shop when all he'd wanted to do is see Bart again.]

Yeah, well... I'm glad you did, Bart. It's not the same here without you.

[moded]

[It all has to do with your scope of understanding. Interstellar travel and teleportation is one thing, but time- time's something else. And when people start messing with it, start tossing him back and forth through it like it's nothing- it's something both amazingly concerning and also full of so many possibilities.

For now, though, Bart's just wrestling his mind back to the present moment, letting his hand fall from that half-hearted bro fist to shoulder bump as he leans back against the rock he'd been using as a sulk-rest for the last while.]

Yeah. [He grins, but it's still tired, still just not as lively as it should be.] I mean without me you'd probably go so slow you'd actually grow a beard trying to get to the door.

[But, after a short pause: ]

M'glad I didn't go home this time. I mean as moded as anything Porter related is, I never lost anything from here.

[khajidont]

...I had a feeling you wouldn't wanna go back. Not like that, anyway. [Jaime may not be getting his hug, but he's scooting a little closer to Bart, resting on him shoulder-to-shoulder, just that bit of human contact that he suspects the both of them could use. He can tell that Bart's upset, that he's not feeling good, but that's okay. They can work it out. They've worked a lot more out, haven't they?

Either way, he thought he knew that Wally was wrong. Bart's not happy here, but he's not happy back home either, is he? Man, this is tough. This poor kid deserves all the scraps of happiness he can get his hands on.]

We've got too much left to do here, right?

[He's not entirely aware that he's implicating himself in not wanting to go home like that either, but it's natural for him to defer to we. No matter what, he tends to think about him and Bart as sort of a joint package.]

I SWEAR I WROTE THIS

[moded]

Why would I want to go back? [Oh no. He can feel the bitterness building up inside of him, feels a strange pressure in his chest that just has the words spilling out of his mouth without even a hope of stopping them.] I mean yeah, I miss grandma, Jay and Joan. I miss the rest of the Team, I miss the Watchtower. And I mean if I'd lived all this time back home my dad and Aunt Dawn would be born, but it's not here.

[He's waving his arms vaguely as he speaks, slipping in and out of superspeed due to annoyance rather than manic energy, this time. Not that there's much of a difference when everything's just a blur of motion.]

And if I go back, Nightwing's gonna be off the team, Wally's dead and I won't care like I do here, and I'll forget everyone else- you you, the SB who's here now, CK, JJ, Gogo, Riku-

[Bart stops, clicks his teeth shut as he realizes he's actually ranting, and not in a frantic, whining speedster way. He lets out a breath, dragging his hand over his face as he tries to just get a grip.]

Yeah. Way too much.

it's ok IT'S HERE NOW

[khajidont]

Hey, hey. I know, Bart. [He reaches out, places one hand on Bart's back, steady and solid. He's not sure what the world Bart's going home to really looks like, beyond a dead Wally (as if that's not enough), but Jaime's not so sure about his future either. Superman's made a bunch of cryptic comments about how things go sour again, and Eddie and Nadia die, and he gets reset... there's not a lot good about it. Oh, sure, he misses his family, misses them so bad that he feels a pain in the gut every time he looks at their pictures - he's known them for a lot longer than Bart's known his - but he's not sure about sacrificing all that he's learned and loved here.

People like Bart, for one.]

Trust me on that one, [he says, and if he's taken aback by Bart's demeanor, he doesn't show it, just treats him with as much seriousness as before. He's seen Bart a little like this before, and while it's never a good thing... at least he's being honest about it.]

Freaks you out, doesn't it, [he says quietly, more of a comment than a question.]