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[for his effort— Jason reaches up to punch him, instinctively, if he’s not careful.

His eyes snap open and he sits up.]

Hey—

[Okay

he wasn't expecting that]

Grhk--!

[There Griffin goes. Knocked to the floor.

To be fair, Jason was owed one of those, probably.]

[he is just. Gonna stare. Like he’s still waking up.]

... you woke me up?

No, I decided t'slam my face into your fist. Of course I woke you up!

[Well he has a split lip and he's trying to stem the bleeding with the back of his hand.]

Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve slammed your face into my hand. Had to check.

[snarking is fine, right]

[Grumble,] Last time I wake you up without a riot shield...

You can pay me back, if you’re that upset.

[he is going to shakily run a hand through his hair.]

[Hmph. Griffin sits up and just-- punches Jason in the shoulder. Not lightly, but not hard enough to really mean it either.]

[he does not even move. He recognizes that was a pulled punch >( weak.

But also

He has got to get himself under control and that’s better than thinking]

Weak.

Asshole. You were cuter when you were sleeping.

[He's still gonna chill out on the floor next to the bed though...]

I punched you while I was sleeping.

[he glances at him]

[Dryly,]

You think you're not pretty when you punch me? I thought you knew me better than that.

[...joking??]

I’m always hot. It’s why I do so well in kissing games.

[are... they joking?]

Edited 2020-03-04 02:31 (UTC)

[RAISES BROWS TAUNTINGLY]

Oh? Then how's it that I won mistletoe and you didn't?

[are... they...?]

So you’re saying you want me to go out a kiss a lot of people to win.

[Smirks, amused. Doesn't actually think Jason would bother, just for the Points (or the bragging rights), but they're just shittalking now.]

So you think quantity beats quality?

In these games? Yeah. It’s always a numbers game. There are more slots for quantity vs. quality.

[he knows that much. He went for quality— lost. But when he went for quantity... it was a different story.]

Smarty-pants.

[Griffin snorts - still looking on him fondly though, and still amused. Content enough to just ease back into superficial banter.]

Nah.

That’s not smart. It’s just reading.

But I hate those games anyway.

Who could've ever guessed.

The people who think I’m just that that thirsty might be surprised.

'Cause you let people think what they wanna think of you.

[Griffin lets his head roll against the mattress, to rest on it.]

They probably just wanna sleep with you.

[he stares at the top of his head. Considering. If this were banter they could have, he knows what he’d ask next. But he goes quiet instead.]

... what do you think of me?

[Griffin slowly opens his eyes and tilts his head just enough to meet Jason's gaze. He thinks on his answer for a bit.]

I think... you need your secrets t'feel right, to the point where even what you want's a secret t'you sometimes.

You're-- you're not nice. But you can be kind.

Strong in ways that I'm weak. And weak in places where I'm stronger.

[He sucks in a breath.]

Most of all, I think you're my equal.

[he considers him. And then shifts, resting his elbow on his propped up thigh, and his forehead against his palm.]

I wanna disagree with that.

[he pauses, and then exhales softly, closing his eyes tightly.]

I think you probably deserve a lot better. And I don’t know what the fuck I did to trick you.

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