There's an awful lot of breathin' room, but I can hardly move

[Jason leans into Dick's touch, lashes fluttering a little. Fuck, this could go so badly. Because Jason doesn't see letting it go either, and he is already maybe a little addicted to this. The sex and the playful cuddling and touching - Dick's smile and hands and everything else.]

There's never any guarantees, Dickie. And I'm not really one people stay for, or want to stay around. It could go bad.

[He says it softly, reluctantly. He half doesn't want to say it at all, and risk breaking it all the sooner - the opposite of what Jason usually does when he crashes and burns just to see if whoever he's with can stand it, when he knows they can't.

But this feels different, and he takes a deep breath, answers that weighty kiss.]

I don't want it one way, yeah. I'm yours, you're mine. It might be a bad idea, but yeah. Okay. Lets do it.