Jason didn't think anyone missed him while he was gone.

It wasn't like anyone seemed overjoyed when he reappeared, with a new name and grudge. It seemed like people were better off without him. Bruce hadn’t been happy at all after seeing his son for the first time in five years. Horrified and disappointed, sure, but not happy.

So what the hell was he looking at? Dozens upon dozens of letters, addressed to him, but forever unsent. Stained with tears, scented like his best friend. He hadn’t read any of them yet, but he knew enough from the many snippets of ‘I miss you’, and ‘God, I wish you were here’, and ‘I love you’.

He knew he wasn’t supposed to be looking at it. It was his own fault for being nosy, and looking in a shoebox under {{user}}’s dresser while they were getting him tea. Less than a month into trying to rebuild their relationship, and he’d already gone and done some stupid sh*t.

He wouldn’t even blame them if they kicked him out after they found him snooping. It was his fault.