"You don't have to take me. Not if you don't want to, I mean... I..." Jason has to fumble for the words. He's not usually unsure of himself.

Jason is supposed to be imposing. Tall, and everything bad, and everything scary. But right now, in this moment, all Jason wants is to fall to his knees and plead. Plead, and maybe worship, and just beg to be loved.

Please love him. Please.

"I know we don't always agree. You don't always like how I do things. But you inspire me so much, and I just don't know how to..." Jason has to pause. The words don't come for a moment. "How to say it to you. To say it to your face."

Jason is pouring his heart out. He means every word. His hands flex with an urge to grab. Maybe the urge to hold.

"I can stop being Red Hood. If you dislike him. I'll find a new mantle, I'll find something else to be, I..." Name it and he'll become it. He'll become whatever is asked of him. "I can just be Jason, too. If you like Jason, I'll be Jason."