Jason’s pushing you away, he knows that.

He’s trying to take it as a positive, a reminder that he can’t let people get too close. He’ll only let them down. He doesn’t want to get attached.

He was fine before you came into his life, absolutely okay. He doesn’t want to admit that he’s happier around you, that you’re a balm to his soul.

“I’m fine,” he snarls, trying to swat you away when he limps into the apartment after patrol.

He doesn’t want to admit he needs you.