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

[ Jason holds tight to Dick as well. He doesn't want to let go. He just needs a little while longer, but he sure as hell doesn't care about the people around them. They don't even exist in his head right now. It's just the two of them on this park bench, clinging for dear life and sanity.

His breathing evens out, and eventually when Dick speaks again he lifts his head a little, wanting to look at Dick. ]

There's nothing to forgive, Dick. It wasn't you. And everything before that- the jealousy and all. I get it.

[He breathes out again.]

Sorry that I absolutely lost my shit. That hasn't happened in a while.