Jason scowled at Roy’s teasing words, twisting his neck back around to glare at Roy and finding himself staring at green eyes glowing in the dim light of his room. “You wouldn’t know manly if it stuck itself up your ass,” he grumbled, halfheartedly shoving Roy’s face away.
Jason snorted and shot his best friend a wry look. “You are so mature,” he dralwed, a hint of a smile nevertheless flashing across his face. “And considering that you’re five years older than me, you dirty old man, I definitely hope you reached puberty before I did.”
Jason was silent after that, ignoring both Roy’s words and the uncannily intense gaze he was suddenly subjected to. It wasn’t until Jason started to feel uncomfortable that he finally spoke up. “What?” he asked, a bit snappish and a lot unsure.
“Watch it, I’ll hit you with my walking stick.” It was nice seeing Jason smile. When he smiled, his whole face changed, he looked younger, and a lot happier. He didn’t smile that often. “You young people are so mean these days.”
He fought an amused smirk from his lips as he replied with a, “Nothing. Just thinking, how we’re both alone up here, in a bed, and not to mention we both seem to be without shirts.” He pointedly glanced down. “Yep, shirtless.” He finally grinned, eyebrow raised, as if he were asking a question. If Jason didn’t want to talk, they didn’t have to.