⟨ He does, he easily does. Jason gladly fills that spot and leans against her. This wouldn't be the case many months ago but he'd found a profound trust in Wynonna, in all of these people, in his family. This may well indeed be all they can do, and maybe it was good enough. Jay chose to stay quiet; to listen. A hand idly picked at hers, running down slender fingers, just to maintain some kind of grounding. Then, after letting his eyes drift and wander in thought as the heaviness of her words sunk in, he spoke. ⟩

Yeah, yeah.⟨ His head hung. ⟩ Death changes people, informs who they become. Time can't rewind. There's so many people I think of, too. Why? Why? And I'm scared, Wynonna. That maybe I'm getting hardened to it. What if one day I can watch the lights go out and walk away; and feel nothing?

⟨ He pauses again, letting out a shuttered breath. Part of him remembered just how... nonchalant he was when he'd seen Homelander all mangled up. And he cared about Homelander. He cared about Klaus; about Wynonna. He felt it, but he felt things... changing, too. ⟩ We should have a dinner for him. I--I can cook, I can actually cook, I mean. ⟨ Jason laughed. ⟩ I'll make something I know he'd love. Set the table for him, pour him a whiskey or wine. Remember him, you know? ⟨ Eyes shifted toward her. ⟩ I think he'd like that. Like to know we're all still in it together.