Jason was prickly, always had been. Coming back from the dead had done nothing for that but make it worse, he had his select few he would be as openly affectionate as he was willing to be, but otherwise people were held at an arms length, but he was warming to Nico, even if he didn't say as much.

The beer of choice, that Jason ordered was a darker beer, and he ordered a pitcher at that. "What's the point in coming if your not going to drink?" He asked, but for once he didn't have that judging tone in his voice. It was hard to be angry at Ed hell, he knew Ed wasn't a drinker. "I couldn't go to my usual haunt, I pissed off the bar tender there." he admitted with a wave of his hand, truth be told he didn't piss Drew off, he just wasn't ready to apologize, Though his eyes kept drifting to towards the offices hoping to see the sleep ambled body of Tim shuffle out like a zombie even if he was pretty sure by now he had the last confirmation that his little brother was gone. He should call Damian and Dick... but he doubted he would be very welcome if they were hurting. Jon had just lost Clark, and that was bad enough.

"I've had a shit week, and I intend to drink until my eyes float, and hopefully sleep through the night." Jason offered with a shrug waiting for that pitcher to arrive.