Shockingly, this whole conversation just felt so amazing to Alytra. The two of them were talking and listening and prying and sharing, and certain parts of the conversation were even downright aggressive and provocative... And it felt more right to her than anything had in weeks, maybe even months. This boy, Ezra, this was someone who actually understood her, how she thought and felt about Remmington and such. He even seemed onboard with the idea of sneaking around to gain advantages over the other patients and staff members, she assumed, after hearing his response.
His reaction when she asked about the cigarettes was one that took her aback a bit, but not much. Alytra was so used to just being honest and bluntly saying what was on her mind, that when Ezra hesitated and told her basically to back off, it only confused her, as well as intriguing her more. "I would, actually," Alytra quipped, defiantly, "I would just [i]love[i] to know how you got them." She made a sort of "hmph" noise, and smiled at him arrogantly. She wasn't too intimidated by him to not press the matter further; his resistance only caused her to grow more curious about the matter... "And yes, being acquainted with the right kind of people here can indeed make all the difference.. That is, as right as any of them could possibly be. I think that everyone's a little wrong in this world, but that's just my cynical side taking over." She winked at Ezra and folded her arms. She wasn't about to back down from her questions quite so easily. Not yet. "Sadly, though, it is almost lights out.. Should we be going to bed, or...?" Alytra asked him, beginning to look around anxiously and breathe irregularly, waiting on Ezra's answer and trying not to totally lose her shit as night time neared.
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When the young boy shrunk back from him further and covered his head with his hands, Jason did actually feel truly sorry for him. He could only allow himself to feel this way, though, because he knew that the boy could not see him, and therefore would not foolishly expect sympathy or comfort. Jason was not currently in the correct place or mindset to be able to offer either of those things. He watched on as the boy seemed to be struggling with himself internally, fighting some battle that no one could truly ever see. Finally, the boy looked up nervously and answered him.
"Arrow, eh?" Jason raised an eyebrow in suspicion. It was a strange name, he thought, albeit interesting and unique. Watching the tears fall from Arrow's face didn't have a huge effect on Jason's emotional state, if that state even existed, because he had trained himself not to let himself feel for or really care about anyone but himself. But it didn't make him happy to watch it. And when Arrow begged him not to hit him, it struck a nerve. Jason sighed, and leaned towards the boy, hesitantly but also decidedly, and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "Look, kid.. I'm not going to hit you, here, ever. Ok? Just watch yourself. Mind the staff. Don't cause any beef with them and you won't have any beef with me." He stood back up, tall again, and surveyed the halls, making sure that no one had witnessed this display. "Now, here, you're going to get up now and I'd suggest that you go to your room, it's almost lights out and you're obviously exhausted." Jason reached out his arm and let it dangle there, in mid-air, waiting for Arrow to except the highest form of friendship that Jason had offered anyone in years.
His reaction when she asked about the cigarettes was one that took her aback a bit, but not much. Alytra was so used to just being honest and bluntly saying what was on her mind, that when Ezra hesitated and told her basically to back off, it only confused her, as well as intriguing her more. "I would, actually," Alytra quipped, defiantly, "I would just [i]love[i] to know how you got them." She made a sort of "hmph" noise, and smiled at him arrogantly. She wasn't too intimidated by him to not press the matter further; his resistance only caused her to grow more curious about the matter... "And yes, being acquainted with the right kind of people here can indeed make all the difference.. That is, as right as any of them could possibly be. I think that everyone's a little wrong in this world, but that's just my cynical side taking over." She winked at Ezra and folded her arms. She wasn't about to back down from her questions quite so easily. Not yet. "Sadly, though, it is almost lights out.. Should we be going to bed, or...?" Alytra asked him, beginning to look around anxiously and breathe irregularly, waiting on Ezra's answer and trying not to totally lose her shit as night time neared.
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When the young boy shrunk back from him further and covered his head with his hands, Jason did actually feel truly sorry for him. He could only allow himself to feel this way, though, because he knew that the boy could not see him, and therefore would not foolishly expect sympathy or comfort. Jason was not currently in the correct place or mindset to be able to offer either of those things. He watched on as the boy seemed to be struggling with himself internally, fighting some battle that no one could truly ever see. Finally, the boy looked up nervously and answered him.
"Arrow, eh?" Jason raised an eyebrow in suspicion. It was a strange name, he thought, albeit interesting and unique. Watching the tears fall from Arrow's face didn't have a huge effect on Jason's emotional state, if that state even existed, because he had trained himself not to let himself feel for or really care about anyone but himself. But it didn't make him happy to watch it. And when Arrow begged him not to hit him, it struck a nerve. Jason sighed, and leaned towards the boy, hesitantly but also decidedly, and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "Look, kid.. I'm not going to hit you, here, ever. Ok? Just watch yourself. Mind the staff. Don't cause any beef with them and you won't have any beef with me." He stood back up, tall again, and surveyed the halls, making sure that no one had witnessed this display. "Now, here, you're going to get up now and I'd suggest that you go to your room, it's almost lights out and you're obviously exhausted." Jason reached out his arm and let it dangle there, in mid-air, waiting for Arrow to except the highest form of friendship that Jason had offered anyone in years.