( he leaves it at that and then rolls himself out of bed, stuffed dinosaur falling to the floor as he does. he's quiet in the way he goes to the linen closet and pulls out a blanket or two, makes sure to grab a pillow off his bed and starts to arrange it all on the floor for his friend. one sock on and one sock off with hair that's as tousled as it can be, he rubs at his eye with a knuckle before he goes over to pull open his bedroom window because... it's damian and it's late. there's no way he's coming through the front door and knocking, so. just making it easier for both of them.
with his nightlight turned on, he heads for the bathroom then while waiting for his friend because. well. nature calls and all. but at least everything is all set up. )
( the window is already open, which saves a significant amount of effort on damian's side: he doesn't have to work to get the lock undone from the outside without getting superman's attention. especially given the lack of equipment he's currently got on him: damian's letting himself in without his uniform on, and only the bare minimum amount of sharp and pointy objects in his pockets.
feet touch silently on the carpeted area inside jon's room, before damian's hazardously throwing off his sneakers and leaving them set close to the window for an easy exit later. and while jon isn't in the room, he's already set up a makeshift floor bed, so damian - fusses with the blankets some to make sure they're even before he's laying down without a word. )
( taking his leave from the bathroom after washing his hands, he stops by the kitchen to grab a couple glasses of water and brings them with him back to his room where damian already is. reaching back with his foot, he gently closes his door and smiles a little as he heads over to his friend there, carefully setting his own glass of water down while setting the other near damian there on the floor after crouching down. )
( he's more tired than anything else. exhausted mentally in a way that someone his age likely shouldn't manage to achieve. and just as damian realizes that, he also realizes a lot of it is his own fault. if he wouldn't take on so much, wouldn't put so much on himself, he - wouldn't be himself, but he also wouldn't be half as exhausted.
jon sets down water, and damian sits himself up enough to rub at his eyes. )
( the denial is accompanied by a shake of his head, but he does drop his hands away from his eyes, and - looks straight into jon's stupidly large, overly-innocent ones, contemplating his words carefully. )
Is it odd, living with parents that are yours but aren't?
( gosh. talk about A Question. also, rude. he should stay for breakfast so they can sit at the table together and watch cartoons. or damian have jon show him the comics he'd been given for his birthday and enlighten him to all the characters he likes and finds cool.
but he considers his friend's question rather seriously and rocks back and forth a little as he does. )
I don't really think about it that much. I mean... it's not fair to me or them if I did. They may not be my mom and dad from home, and no one could ever replace them but... family is more than just blood.
What would you do if there were two versions of your father and neither of them were quite right?
( it's not an exact science, nor anywhere close to an exact comparison - their circumstances are entirely different and there are, technically speaking, others here who would be better to ask than jon. but damian isn't there, he's here. )
If one of them was older and one was younger, yet they both rejected you at first sight, they are both entangled in messes they will not unweave on their own, yet they both refuse to accept that?
( that gets him to scratch at his cheek in thought because... uh... that's very specific? but that's damian for you. )
I guess I would talk to them? But I mean... I feel like my dad's easier to talk to than yours. No offense. Or get someone to talk to them they might listen to. Like mom.
( who doesn't listen to lois lane and regret it?? )
( extremely unhelpful advice, but he supposes he should have expected that from jon. not because jon is unhelpful, but because his father is significantly easier to deal with than damian's own. )
Alright.
( he says, even if damian's facial expression doesn't translate to anything close to alright. it's fine. he'll figure it out on his own later. for now? he's going to grab onto the blanket and roll himself into it. )
( he frowns at his friend’s reaction and wishes he could be more helpful, but. he’s not sure what else he would do aside from try and talk to them. although, again, his father is so much easier to deal with than damian’s. still, he feels bad with being helpless with this and so he remains crouched there. chin still resting on his arms. )
Do you have your bracelet on you?
( it’s a long shot but there’s a reason he’s asking. )
( jon's father is easier to handle. he's less - elusive. secretive, doesn't hide as much as damian's own father does. there are benefits to both sorts, he supposes, although damian wouldn't have any idea what to do with him if he had clark as a father. he's a soft man, and much too good for the world around them. much like jon himself is.
still.
damian hears the question, thinks about it for a moment before he does extend a wrist out from under the blanket and pushes his sleeve back to show the bracelet. )
( oh! he does wear it. well that's just... gosh. damian really is a big softie underneath. but ok! smile on his lips, he gets himself up. )
Hold on, I'll show you.
( to which he quickly — but quietly — darts his way over to his desk and rummages around through one of his drawers looking for... hah! got it! small light in hand, quiet footsteps take him back over to his friend and, like before, he crouches down, revealing the light in hand with a grin. )
Watch this.
( holding the light over damian's bracelet, it's a black light he has and, in shining it over the other's bracelet, he reveals the word best written on it. making sure damian gets a good look at it before it disappears when he pulls the light away, he shines it over his own bracelet — in reds, blues, and yellows naturally — and reveals the word friends written on it. he smiles, so proud of himself and how clever it is before he's looking back to damian, blue eyes pleased and hopeful. )
he isn't exactly expecting jon to pull out a black light, but it's - he's being jon and it's not bothersome to damian. he keeps his wrist held up long enough for jon to show him the secret hidden in plain sight. when jon moves his attention to his own wrist, damian drops his down so he can focus on jon's bracelet. )
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do you want to come here? you can share my bed with me.
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( he leaves it at that and then rolls himself out of bed, stuffed dinosaur falling to the floor as he does. he's quiet in the way he goes to the linen closet and pulls out a blanket or two, makes sure to grab a pillow off his bed and starts to arrange it all on the floor for his friend. one sock on and one sock off with hair that's as tousled as it can be, he rubs at his eye with a knuckle before he goes over to pull open his bedroom window because... it's damian and it's late. there's no way he's coming through the front door and knocking, so. just making it easier for both of them.
with his nightlight turned on, he heads for the bathroom then while waiting for his friend because. well. nature calls and all. but at least everything is all set up. )
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feet touch silently on the carpeted area inside jon's room, before damian's hazardously throwing off his sneakers and leaving them set close to the window for an easy exit later. and while jon isn't in the room, he's already set up a makeshift floor bed, so damian - fusses with the blankets some to make sure they're even before he's laying down without a word. )
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I brought you some water in case you get thirsty.
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jon sets down water, and damian sits himself up enough to rub at his eyes. )
Thank you.
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You wanna stay for breakfast tomorrow? Dad's a pretty good cook and he definitely can make more than needed.
( kryptonian appetites and all. )
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( the denial is accompanied by a shake of his head, but he does drop his hands away from his eyes, and - looks straight into jon's stupidly large, overly-innocent ones, contemplating his words carefully. )
Is it odd, living with parents that are yours but aren't?
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but he considers his friend's question rather seriously and rocks back and forth a little as he does. )
I don't really think about it that much. I mean... it's not fair to me or them if I did. They may not be my mom and dad from home, and no one could ever replace them but... family is more than just blood.
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( it's not an exact science, nor anywhere close to an exact comparison - their circumstances are entirely different and there are, technically speaking, others here who would be better to ask than jon. but damian isn't there, he's here. )
If one of them was older and one was younger, yet they both rejected you at first sight, they are both entangled in messes they will not unweave on their own, yet they both refuse to accept that?
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I guess I would talk to them? But I mean... I feel like my dad's easier to talk to than yours. No offense. Or get someone to talk to them they might listen to. Like mom.
( who doesn't listen to lois lane and regret it?? )
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Alright.
( he says, even if damian's facial expression doesn't translate to anything close to alright. it's fine. he'll figure it out on his own later. for now? he's going to grab onto the blanket and roll himself into it. )
Good night, Jon.
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Do you have your bracelet on you?
( it’s a long shot but there’s a reason he’s asking. )
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still.
damian hears the question, thinks about it for a moment before he does extend a wrist out from under the blanket and pushes his sleeve back to show the bracelet. )
Why?
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Hold on, I'll show you.
( to which he quickly — but quietly — darts his way over to his desk and rummages around through one of his drawers looking for... hah! got it! small light in hand, quiet footsteps take him back over to his friend and, like before, he crouches down, revealing the light in hand with a grin. )
Watch this.
( holding the light over damian's bracelet, it's a black light he has and, in shining it over the other's bracelet, he reveals the word best written on it. making sure damian gets a good look at it before it disappears when he pulls the light away, he shines it over his own bracelet — in reds, blues, and yellows naturally — and reveals the word friends written on it. he smiles, so proud of himself and how clever it is before he's looking back to damian, blue eyes pleased and hopeful. )
Cool, right?
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he isn't exactly expecting jon to pull out a black light, but it's - he's being jon and it's not bothersome to damian. he keeps his wrist held up long enough for jon to show him the secret hidden in plain sight. when jon moves his attention to his own wrist, damian drops his down so he can focus on jon's bracelet. )
Where did you find UV beads?
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( dropping the light away, he grins a little. )
I took a lot of stuff from there. Mostly things I thought I could use here but some other stuff got mixed in with it, too.
( he may have just tossed a bunch of stuff in a box or two. oops. )