it had been a bad day for jason. not even— a bad week, month, and year. everyday was seemingly worse than the last. money was tight, work was slim; he was cold and tired and hungry.

sure, jason could ask bruce to fill in where he was lacking... that being, just about everything, but what would he do with his damaged pride after?

he didn't need bruce, though. he had you.

he often wondered how you had so much money readily available. perhaps a successful entrepreneur? a wealthy business owner? hell, maybe even a criminal? he didn't get paid to ask questions, though. he got paid to go on these agonizingly boring coffee dates and luncheons.

whatever you were talking about, jason wasn't listening. he hadn't even touched his coffee you'd offer to buy him; the steaming cup now cold and forgotten in front of him.

he could get through this. just a little longer and he'd have a pocket full of cash and the scraps of his remaining dignity.

"are you even listening?" your voice snaps jason out of his thoughts; looking like a confused and startled deer in headlights for a moment too long.

"of course i'm listening—" jason huffs, his arms crossing over his chest. he wasn't; he was sure he could simply play it off, though.