Log: You and me... we're in this together now.

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who: Jason Todd
what: TD prompt and settling into his new life.
when: Early February
where: The Kent House
warnings: The nightmare thread has illusions of drowning, verbal abuse, victim blaming and claustrophobia...and being buried alive, kind of. More will come clearly.

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[ Just saying. Even his parents struggle at times. ]

Sure, okay. I mean, I seem to be doing okay anyway. I'm not bad at my studies.

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[ He would struggle, he would lose his temper to. Damian was better suited for modern math. ]

I didn't think you were, I just figured I'd offer.

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Thanks. It's nice of you.

[ Seriously, who wants to deal with homework. ]

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Don't mention it.

[ No one sane.]

I guess I should start dinner.

[ He spoke pushing himself up and dropping the mail back on the table to move to unload the bags he carried in before he sat down with Jon.]

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Do you need help?

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Not really, but you can if you want. I don't need the help, but I don't mind it either.

[ He explained, but leaving it open the way Alfred would with him when he was younger and angrier.]

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[ Jon tries to parse that. ]

Is . . . that a yes?