[Jason may not know why he's thanking her, but Cass does. It's simple. He loves Bruce. Even when he hates him, he loves him.
She nods. It's good to know... Jason cares. Cares enough to say something. Even if it's a small-quiet something. With how loud-angry-big Jason tries to be a small-quiet-something means even more.
Her body language shifts, somewhat unconsciously. It's a thing that happens. When she's thinking about a person... she'll mimic them without realizing. So she shifts and stands like Bruce. The way Bruce did standing at that grave in the evening. Clenched fists and grief-love-hurt-pain-hope.]
"Happy birthday, kid."
[Her voice is purposefully low. She's... quoting him. From that night.
Jason won't hear from Bruce. She knows that. But... maybe this is a small-quiet-something she can give.]
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She nods. It's good to know... Jason cares. Cares enough to say something. Even if it's a small-quiet something. With how loud-angry-big Jason tries to be a small-quiet-something means even more.
Her body language shifts, somewhat unconsciously. It's a thing that happens. When she's thinking about a person... she'll mimic them without realizing. So she shifts and stands like Bruce. The way Bruce did standing at that grave in the evening. Clenched fists and grief-love-hurt-pain-hope.]
"Happy birthday, kid."
[Her voice is purposefully low. She's... quoting him. From that night.
Jason won't hear from Bruce. She knows that. But... maybe this is a small-quiet-something she can give.]