He doesn't know why he isn't dead, Jason thinks, hands stuffed in his pockets as he leans against the side of a cafe he's debating going into. Awakening on a train several days ago had been unsettling, to say the least. The looks he got when asking whether or not Heaven was supposed to look like this were even more so.
He wonders if it is Fate that has brought him here, to start anew. He thinks of Peter with a pang in his chest; he wonders if he's here too.
He grimaces, before deciding the hell with it, and making his way indoors for a drink.
He's startled out of his thoughts by a young man nearly toppling into him, hands full with a drink carrier.
"Oh," Jason grins, falling into his old routine as easily as sliding on his old jersey. His pondering can keep itself company, for now. "Don't worry about it, man. Happens to the best of us, right?"
He can't help but notice the kid is very attractive, even as it makes him wince.
"Can I help you with that?" He gestures to the drinks.
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He wonders if it is Fate that has brought him here, to start anew. He thinks of Peter with a pang in his chest; he wonders if he's here too.
He grimaces, before deciding the hell with it, and making his way indoors for a drink.
He's startled out of his thoughts by a young man nearly toppling into him, hands full with a drink carrier.
"Oh," Jason grins, falling into his old routine as easily as sliding on his old jersey. His pondering can keep itself company, for now. "Don't worry about it, man. Happens to the best of us, right?"
He can't help but notice the kid is very attractive, even as it makes him wince.
"Can I help you with that?" He gestures to the drinks.